Hanasia, Queen of the Saiyans

2.8 The story teller

Harik had healed and everything was going well this day. Hanasia and her father were eating a piece of dinosaur.

It has been raining for a part of the day and they had to celebrate the leaving of these dark clouds. Every Saiyans had been hunting in the afternoon and they were putting the table out on the central place. Not really subtle by nature, some villagers were throwing fire balls towards the ground so that it'd dry faster. Tables on mud... that was sinking.

Some Saiyans were still bringing some hunting trophies from the afternoon hunt, or even entire trees. Other were building the bonfire, and the remaining ones were tearing the pelt from the beasts for the feast. Hartich and his daughter were checking that the meat was good.

The small Harick was running around. In spite of his several lacking teeth – who cared? They'd grew back – he was broadly smiling, jumping high in the hope he'd fly. At a point, he jumped very very high. As the village was getting away, he looked at the horizon. In the south, the back cloud were going afar. In the west, was the hill behind which there was the neighbouring village. Down below... the ground that was now getting closer... Very fast.

Suddenly, he slowed down, caught by Hanasia.

"First, don't jump that high when you don't know on who you're going to fall. Second, try falling on your feet, not on your head!"

He replied with a laugh, then he said:

"I saw someone coming from the cloud."

"From the south? The capital? Damn, if it's Nizucchi, I'm going to smash his face."

Hanasia flew and scanned towards the black clouds. Far off, it was still raining. She indeed saw a moving dot, someone who obviously had flown under the rain. A mad one!

Hartich had flown at her side. The dot had gone through the clouds and was flying higher.

"Why is that crazy Saiyan flying under the clouds, dad?"

"I think he's following a trail in particular. From up there he'd lose his landmarks on the ground." The dot stopped and then rushed towards the village. "He had noticed us. He was looking for this place."

"But then, it must be..."

"A story teller, that's all. Those guys always appear when there is a feast!"

The two Saiyans went down to the border of the village, where the stranger was also arriving. He landed in a way that Hanasia found to be strangely neat.

The Saiyan was rather tall, thin, young and dressed with a big cloak in order to protect him from the rain. Rain drops and rocks were still running on it. He sported an insignia that designated him to be an official story teller. They only could get these in the capital, or if they stole it from an official story teller.

He wasn't really that thin in fact. In truth, he had lean muscles, but they still gave the impression of great power. Most of the male Saiyans had enormous muscles for they ate a lot of food. But for a story teller, what was really important was to move fast and efficiently.

"Good day." he said with an accent from the capital, which amused Hanasia. I'm Corrne, story teller from the capital. And I'm bringing news from the whole world."

"You're welcome in our village." answered Hartich. "You're lucky, there is a feast this everything."

The story teller replied with a smile. He wasn't going to confess that when he had flown up to find his way, he had chosen this village out of the two he could see because of the bonfire in the middle, which was a giveaway that there would be a celebration and plenty of food.