Hexe - The Great Exodus

[CH. 0025] - Zonnestra

Por mir tu

Phrase

Translation: Thank You (Humbly Giving to You)

Definition: In the Menschen language, "Por mir tu" is an expression that embodies a humble offering of gratitude. The phrase combines "Por," denoting a humble stance, "mir," signifying the act of giving, and "tu," a personal pronoun, culminating in a sentiment that translates to "I humbly offer my thanks to you." This expression goes beyond conventional politeness, reflecting a deep sense of humility and the giver's sincere appreciation. It is particularly used in contexts where gratitude is not just felt but is deeply and respectfully offered.

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Jaer and Yeso found themselves in the Capital's docks, where the air was thick with the briny scent of the sea and the distant cries of seagulls.

Yeso, weary to his very bones, lay sprawled on the ground, his body ragged to the exhaustion that clawed at him. He draped an arm over his sour eyes.

The Tiefling paced like a caged animal. His gaze darted in every direction, searching for any sign of their tardy comrades. "I don't think they changed their minds, Yeso."

"Let's wait a little longer," Yeso murmured, his voice a raspy whisper borne of fatigue and stubborn hope. "I don't want to leave anyone behind."

"Yeso, I'm sorry to say it, but you're being stubborn. Muru and Redfred... they said they want to stay," Jaer countered, his tone laced with a mixture of frustration and concern.

"Let's wait, Jaja." The words fell from Yeso's lips, simple yet resolute like a prayer whispered into the gathering dusk. In the commotion that followed, the only sounds appeasing were the gentle lapping of waves against the docks and the distant call of a lonely seagull. Ignoring the bustling docks and the distant shouts of sailors fading.

Amidst this scenario, a maid emerged her attire unmistakably that of the Capitol's uniform. The elegant lines of her dress contrasted starkly with the ruggedness of the docks, and her delicate features, typical of elfin heritage, shimmered in the fading light.

Jaer, restless, couldn't help but let his tail betray his impatience. His keen eyes instantly fell upon the elf maid. At that moment, a silent understanding passed between them—a recognition that Yeso's hope might be for nought.

"Are you Yeso?" the maid inquired, her voice a gentle melody amidst the harsher dockside sounds. She studied Jaer, whose tail continued its restless dance with the embarrassment of who realised their mistake too late.

"Do I look like..." Jaer said, a playful edge in his tone.

"No, you don't," she swiftly concurred, her gaze dropping momentarily to the wooden planks over Yeso's figure next to her feet. "Are you..."

Before she could finish, Yeso interrupted, his voice tinged with resignation. "Yes, it's me. What is the word?"

With a grace befitting her kind, the maid retrieved an envelope from her apron and crouched to present it to the Commander. "They aren't coming," she declared softly, "Por Verzculpa"

Yeso, aided by Jaer's steady hand, rose to his feet. "Well... who am I to go against their will," he mused, his voice carrying a bitter edge as he tore open the envelope and scanned its contents. "They think they are more useful in the Capitol than Mir-Grande-Carta... as I see, I don't even deserve a why. Seems to become a trend."

"Commander..." the maid called out tentatively, a respectful bow punctuating her address. "Por mir tu... for all you are doing. Thank you for protecting the elves... as well."