Imanust - The island of feelings

PART 11 - LILIES OF THE GARDEN TO THANK YOUR KINDNESS OF FRIENDSHIP

"A  friend never offends the beauty of a friendship, even when gathering with selfishness, like I have done with my lilies."

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Istan and Atanata awaiting curative effects. Atanata knew at dawn should initiate services and worked throughout the night, glad to have Istan as a helper, because at no time his work was interrupted by the breaking of silence. Communicated by signs and his helper showed knowledge both healing rituals as respect for their craft. Administer an ointment to be passed in Astan member and involved with an unknown weft by Istan. Inflammation and pain diminish soon and ointment should be used for a few days.  As for Nitsa, and bathe his body with various herbs and effervescent aromatic vapors. To perceive it cold, Istan had ordered to undress and lie on her, enveloping her with his heat until its temperature stabilizes when he obeyed him promptly, while the ears of Nitsa, Atanata uttering incomprehensible words and performed with the hand signals never seen by Istan or any inhabitant of Istart.

Astan awakened. Atanata ordered him to get dressed and go to the veils of the room, and stayed there. Once the sunlight reached the veils Nitsa where she lay, her eyes opened and the first vision he had off Atanata had done him the sign of silence. His mission was over. Istan led up to his rooms, inviting you to rest. I knew I should be exhausted, as he was too.

“Lord Atanata of Atlanta! Curator of Astan and Nitsa and friend of the House of Istart, the inhabitants of Istart, my love and my honor thanks to his craft.”

“Lord Istan of Istart! Future Guardian of Sinui Honor! You can’t offer me no signs of thanks before I dedicate you my.”

Istan understood that he accepted the offer to be Trustees of the House of iStart and wanted to show you some knowledge about it, although mistaken. Atanata continued:

“Thanks to the privileges of his instinct and bravery of his inner thoughts. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to bring peace of mind to both Ocan and restore power to the light from the mainland to Nitsa of Atlanta, daughter Nitu and my daughter. That said, Atanata put her hand over her heart and left her quarters. Istan had thrown up on veils and remained silent until he fell asleep.”

Atanata had left Istart there are many boats. Traversed the continent with browsers in search of perfecting his craft. Always had the natural gift of healing and the opportunity to travel the various codes become versed in many languages ​​and knowledge. He was a tall, vigorous man who brought - as Istan watched - the facial expressions of a being lived in situations wind. Ocan when, despite your best efforts, will determine the departure of his consort, had decided to return with her ​​daughters and Nitsa and Nitusi for Istart, accommodate them among your friends and go back to your search for the mysteries of life.

Descended by the outer wards via a ladder he knew. For a long time did not visit the House of the Masters, but he remembered well that the path would give us the inner garden courtyards, where could go out in the malls and outdoor garden on the shores of the Great Lake. Had stopped for a moment to observe the sculpture of the five spheres. After so many wonders that he had seen in his travels, that was even more fascinating work he'd ever seen. A sphere inside the other and each completely fully floating between the metal rings of five continents.

“It is an outstanding work.”

Atanata returned to recognized that voice.  Nata looked at him standing between the beds with a bouquet of white lilies in her arms. Being the Master of Hospitality, foresaw everything that went into his house and knew, even without seeing, all visitors entering and leaving the secret passages in the silence of the night.

“Be welcomed in Istart, Sitart of Nami, Master of Healing and Transformation. His sister Sit appreciate your feedback.”

For a long time no one called him by his birth name would be fair and Nata reminding him that. He imagined that Istan was her son by the extraordinary resemblance.