Tthor Prayer and the Orffelios' paila

11- A letter to Wilgenyna

   Tthor felt that it would really be like this, from the first image that Meaghdose had, which consisted of a group of stacked houses, with roofs of reed and wood, from all of them chimneys of tubes came out that released dense white smoke. In that part, the dwellings were a little more sophisticated than those Tthor had seen when he disembarked from the “Storm and Impulse”.

   "First, we will have some breakfast in the town."

   "Can we go to the…”Simply Clovers”?"

   "How do you know about that place?" Darius looked at him surprised.

   "Murk mentioned him to me when he was telling me about Meaghdose."

   " You know? “Just Clovers” was one of your father's favorite places. I remember him. Some day, I will tell you about him, if you wish..."

Tthor smiled and his eyes began to shine.

  They took a path of low bushes, with dry branches and gnarled trunks.

   "How can I be a descendant of an important family and I can't even walk without tripping?"

   "When I was your age, Tthor, I got into a lot of trouble and they kept challenging me. But unlike you, I was looking for it; you just seem to have bad luck. But things always improve. Think of pleasant things. Has something good happened to you?"

   Tthor nodded.

   "Meeting you has been very good," the boy assured.

   Darius looked at him smiling.

   "And it was also very good to meet Murk. And I like this place, I like the cold and I like that the sun doesn't burn my skin. Asmodeu has also been very good to me…"

   "And I learned that you have already met Lee-Won…"

   "Yes of course! I like him too."

   " Do you see? " Darius told him." Not everything is bad!"

   "How long will my mother and I stay in Warghost?"

   "Until the day of the Coronation, in April, " Darius said, indicating the path, which now branched in several directions.

   "Almost four months," Tthor calculated. "So I will have to return to Viper Tive Rd. to start classes next year."

   "Are you missing ?" Darius wanted to know.

   " Only Wilgenyna. By the way, I would like to send you a letter."

   "Sure, there's the post office."

   "But... I don't have paper or pencil or money..." Tthor said, somewhat annoyed.

   "Don't worry, they have everything there. Come on!"

   The post office turned out to be a fascinating place for Tthor. It was a large place, with strange maps everywhere and signs of different colors with phrases like: “Mercury Royal Mail” or “We are fast and efficient. No letter has been lost since 1307.

   "Oh! They do seem efficient."

   "There you have paper and pencil," Darius pointed to a dark wooden counter.

   Tthor settled into one of the high-backed chairs and looked at the walls. There were clocks that marked the hours in different parts of the world and a giant sand clock that seemed to be emptying quickly.

   "That indicates the time of our town. Orffelios himself built it."

   "What year are we here?

   "Today is the eleventh of Winal Mel in the year 665. The day of Orffelios' birth became the 0th meridian, that is, a new calendar."