CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 59: THE GLINT AROUND PART 2.

{I have never heard of these «Farioth» before, but they seem to have truly earned Norlan’s scorn}

"Excuse my fury". Says the Landowner, regaining some of his composure. "The problems of my previous world are irrelevant now". *Sigh*. "After arriving in Dhägna’Hür. I did the only thing i pride. Take care of my family. But here. I am alone. There are no other Krïegdörns around, and the Ma’ájesh don’t like me very much. Since I stole their most precious daughter".

Norlan touches Myrrha’s cheek. She leans on her fiance’s hand. Her maturity mellowing with a sultry purr.

The handsome face of the man, is what attract her. Tolerating the bad behavior, and fulfilling the requests from Norlan Of Dhägna’Hür.

But Norlan of Clarattoia actually reached her heart. Giving herself completely to him, even before their marriage. Something she was adamant about, as she never allowed the Norlan of her world, to have his way with her.

"I honestly don’t know how you fell in love with that idiot Myrrha".

"He wasn’t that bad. Just frustrated of having no one to back him up. Even i wasn’t that dedicated to his causes and goals... , You are different Endreadney. Ambitious, but not greedy. Even what you want to achieve is generous".

Myrrha giggles, her lovelorn is evident for the three guests. Ignoring their stares to kiss her fiance with fervent passion, showing a side of her, that only the Norlans had seen until now.

*Ahem!*. "I am not sorry for interrupting your moment". Comments Æ’Vérrya."But you haven’t answered two of our questions?".

"How strict". Teases Myrrha. "I hope you are not so stiff in bed, or you will not be able to satisfy your future husband".

Accidentally, Æ’Vérrya glance at N’Ïrk, giving away there is a relationship between the two.

Norlan grins. "Looks like N’Ïrk doesn’t waste time to seduce as many partners as he can".

"I prioritize Quality over Quantity. But i am lucky of having both... , Don’t stall for longer No-Norlan".

"Sure Ni-N’Ïrk". The Landowner snorts and observes Hát’Thöry. "I am revealing my identity because there are more people with Halos. But last week, this trend change. Blue, Yellow, Red, Purple, Green and Orange. I don’t know their meaning. I can only infer that a Blue Halo is someone like me. Extracted from its Reality, Or Empowered by Killing their «Counterpart»".

Myrrha interjects. "Yesterday we Fight a Green and two Orange Halos. The Ma’ájesh Family executes both of them on sight. The reason wasn’t revealed to me. But Both colours turn extremly Hostile to anyone who knows about their Glint".

"You two want us to locate and eliminate these Glints?".

"If necessary. Yes N’Ïrk. But it is not mandatory with the other Glints. Is enough to learn what they are, or what they want. There’s no need for us to antagonize, or confront them if we can have a proper dialogue".

N’Ïrk stands up. "I’ll take care of Indayra, she has a Yellow Glint... , And Norlan, you better not withdraw information from me again. I could mispronounce my Name by accident".

The Landowner just smiles. "You really are like my brother. I bet both could have a great friendship. Too bad he is not here... , Be at ease N’Ïrk. I’ll inform you about anything i am aware of...".

Norlan does a pause. This makes me recall a fact. Those with Ma’ájesh Lineage can see the Glint when they have 1,250 Storage Capacity. Black Scleras like you and Foreman Hát’Thöry, do it at 5,000 Storage Capacity. Everyone else has to have 11,000 of Storage Capacity, like Foreman Æ’Vérrya. But this world is vast and large. Perhaps exist others with better sight and lesser requirements".

"I’ll have it in mind Norlan... , Hát’Thöry and Æ’Vérrya, both accompany me to my Floor".

N’Ïrk’s coldness leaves no room for doubts or complaints from the two Feminine Foremen, the two silently following the young man towards his tyrannical domain.

Entering in the Deck’s Common Room, the young man encounters Niveilia, calling her to join him and visit Æ’Vérrya’s Bedroom.

"Hubby?. Did I do something wrong?".

"Not at all my Wifey. But Hát’Thöry did it. Can you punish her for me?".

"I?!".

"Yes Wifey. You see, Hát’Thöry is injured, could you heal her?".

Niveilia’s docile behavior is instantly replaced by the authoritarian attitude of a demanding sergeant. "Treasurer!. Get naked at once!".

Completely taken aback, Hát’Thöry is half numbed by the switching demeanor of the kind Niveilia. "N’Ïrk is exaggerating...". Tried to excuse herself the Treasurer, unaware of how decisive is the Busty Lady when the well-being of someone she is close to, is at stake.

"Hubby!. Nude her!. Now!".

N’Ïrk is standing behind Hát’Thöry, stripping the latter of all her clothes in one single motion, even braking the woman’s high heels.

The marvelous dark brown skin of the Treasurer is almost impeccable. With an obvious exception. One side of her stomach is gruesomely injured by a series of pustules and punctures that leave the muscles visible.

Niveilia’s eyes go completely wide. Not due to the ugly wound, if not the eggs that are embedded in Hát’Thöry’s body

"Hold her tight Hubby!". N’Ïrk complies, suppressing with his left hand Hát’Thöry’s arms behind the lady’s back. While his right grips the female’s neck.

"Æ’Vérrya. Gag the Treasurer!".

Hát’Thöry can’t react, her friend hastily grabs the first piece of garment, from the rags that are now the Treasurer’s Uniform.

The picked up item is the damsel’s thong, turned quickly into a cloth ball, that is stuffed in Hát’Thöry’s mouth.

"It’s going to be painful. Brace yourself".

Niveilia warns as her nails are coated with a bright, energetic layer of coral color. The shade is vibrant, and the revetment extends like claws, narrowing until they look like needles.

Each of the nails stabs the holes and pustules in Hát’Thöry’s wound, causing excruciating agony to the Treasurer.

Æ’Vérrya traps with barriers the legs of her friend, ensuring Niveilia can’t provide a savage but effective treatment.

Within minutes. The parasitized and injured Hát’Thöry is as good as being born again.

Nevertheless. The stress and the pain, has taken a toll on her body, exhausting her, and falling unconscious on N’Ïrk’s arms.

"Keep an eye on the Treasurer Æ’Vérrya".

"As you order «Tyrannical Healer»".

With the new nickname, Niveilia gets a bit too coy. "So-Sorry. She had parasites. I don’t like them. I’ll call you when the food is ready... , And tell her she can’t stress herself nor work late for the rest of the week"...