Sixth day of the month of the First ThundersKa-Yi in the constellation Ma-Keyin, two points from the SunThe rule of the lunar day: “When talking to a person, remember that you are talking to yourself, and therefore, if fate keeps you strict, do not curse her: she is from despair.”"Stellar Rivers Pilot" reports:“One of the difficult stations of the stars, requiring the ability to be responsible for actions, the desire to understand your interlocutors, the ability to put up with a well-deserved punishment, the talent to draw the right conclusions from the lying rake. The day best suited to reverently listen to the heavens and their signs. Allow yourself to dream, listen and take a break from business ... By sharing your work with those who are nearby.Antrea, Island, City Watch Headquarters,morning watchThe re-amer's bored gaze followed the lanky figure to the exit from the office, waited until the heavy door, strainingly creaking on its hinges, closed behind the secretary, and re

Moonbeam, Ra Gro Manor,evening watchI suspiciously squinted my eyes at something white splashing in the mug brought by my mother.- What's this?“But you don’t even know!” Inis shook her head indignantly.I look closely and sniff, after which I ask again with disgust:- Milk?- It is the most.You know how much I hate...- Calm down, the foam is removed! And why don't you love them? It's so yummy…” Ma smiled dreamily.- Like it, eat it!— And I already. Ate.- To health!“Life in the city did not do you any good, son,” a thoughtful and unquestioning remark follows inappropriately.Inis, who has changed from her trousers and jacket to a homespun dress, runs her hand through my hair.- Should be longer.- I know.“Your father’s braid fell below the waist.- I know."You don't want to be like him to spite me?"Well, the conclusion! Why did she decide so? Everything is exactly the opposite!- Ma...- What? - tired look.- I can hardly cope with hair of this length, and you want it to gr

Lunar Bend, Ra Gro Manor,day watchI sit, clasping my knees pulled up to my chest, and watch how the water tries in vain to climb onto the shore. Upstream and downstream, the rifts are noisy, but here, in front of me, as far as the eye can see, there is a smooth and fast current. Dissatisfied with the narrow limits set by nature. To break free and bury everything that gets in the way under a sparkling and as smooth as a strip of steel smooth surface! To break free... At least for a moment. No, it won't work. Neither you nor me. Unless a miracle happens.A flexible long rod, whistling fervently, cuts through the air, straightening the rings of the hair line, and the spring fly, which a minute ago crawled listlessly in the grass, makes its last flight, splashing against the water at a distance of twenty steps from the place where the ruthless fisherman is. Plop!Shhhhhhh… It's the sound of the river, trying to take the bait with it. He tries in vain: the fishing line is pulled out to t

Overcoming the temptation to frivolously decorate myself with one of the dark cherry roses, I slowly, but without slowing down on purpose, trudged along the path that led to the back porch of the Ra-Ken mansion, once again mentally chastising my friend for neglecting safety.No guards, no heavy magical bolts - well, what good is that? It can be said that he is one of the first statesmen - and he does not care about his life at all, when even such an idiot like me has personal bodyguards ... I remember that we once quarreled about this so much that we even got into a fight. By the way, it was at that time that I first became convinced: if Vig is a little weaker than me, then he is noticeably superior in resourcefulness and imagination. Suffice it to say that in terms of the number of cracks in my own bones, I won, while Ra-Ken, who was already a re-amer at that time, for the most part escaped with sprains. And then... Then we healed the wounds. Together. In one room. Locked up. Because

Was a trap set for me? But why? I see no reason. None. Yes, in the old days, the Guards of Antreya were a formidable force and had a huge impact on royal politics, but now ... Already under my father, the services of the Ra-Gro family were practically not used. Special services, I mean. Therefore, you have to mind your own business, helping Callie in his trading operations, in order to at least somehow justify the funds going to the maintenance of the shelter, and to carry the most ordinary shifts in the port. It makes very little sense to me. Yes, I can make a mess within the limits of my own perverted fantasy, but no more. Yes, I have the right to kill without explanation, but ... When did I use this right? In fact, I'm quite harmless. And yet, someone needed to sneak into the shelter under the cover of twilight, pour oil on the walls, after “drying” the tree,Yes, the most charred panels are in the alcove, which Hammis politely but vaguely called "the last third of the corridor." W