"Another pleasant day, Syla." -Keering greeted when they met at the usual sparring place.
"Yeah. Winter is pretty cold, but at least there is sunshine."
"Rain isn't that bad."
"Right, but then, you can't practise."
"You and your practise..."-Keering sighed. "By the way, I have a proposal for you."
"Let me hear it." -Syla answered readily.
"Well, you know that Aacreim's king is going to do some time, and he's going to visit Kiran for the last time. So, I thought it would be funny to go along."
"Is that your proposal? For us to go along?"
"Well, yeah. Not a good idea." -Keering regreted having made the proposal.
"Not at all. We shall go. I'll notice my father of that."
"Not really. It might be fun...as you say."
Keering was sincerely suprised by Syla's reaction. But, before she could change her mind, he hurried to pack some things up for the upcoming journey.
Syla sat on the ground and stretched her arms.
"Nice day."- Syla smiled.
"You seem happy."
"Why? Can't I be happy?"
"Sure you can. It's just that you don't smile like that often."
"Hmm....So I don't smile often...maybe.-Syla seemed to be thinking loud.
"Sometimes you seem so carefree, but then you look so worried about some petty thing."
"I have my own small problems. Don't bother me with yours."
"You are so ordinary." - Keering shook his head, expecting Syla to get angry.
"I'll take that as a compliment." - Syla didn't seem to be bothered.
"Why, are you not going to yell at me or fight me?" - Keering was warmly surprised.
Syla smiled, seeming still happy. She didn't answer.
"Hey, Syla! Answer, me!"
"Are you sick?"
"Oh no. No way! With such a nice weather, how can I be sick?" - Syla was clearly acting.
"Ok, ok. What are you so happy about?"
"Keering, can't I be happy?"
"I already answered that!" - Keering was getting annoyed.
"And you were expecting me to get angry." -Syla joked. " I was only thinking that this is Aacreim king's last visit to Kiran. As this king is the least popular king, I was just wondering what kind of things may happen."
Keering seemed to be sunddenly pensive.
"Are you making another one of your completely impossible stories?"
"Not exactly. What do you think?"
"I don't know." - Keering put up a pensive expression again.
"Keering, don't hide it, okay?"- Syla asked gently.- " I know I'm always like that. I lose this time, now we are even. Can you tell me ?"
Keering looked at her deeply for a while and then, said:
"You didn't lose, did you? You only want to hear my conjectures."
"Ok, even so. Will you tell me?" - Syla asked cooly.
"I think Kiran people may throw some stones at him."
"Nothing." - Syla answered.
"Nothing?!" - Keering was astonished. - "How is that possible?"
"I also need a break once in a while, okay?"
"Fine. But you always have some thoughts."
"I think he'll have to leave Kiran earlier than he expected."
"Oh? That's really something. Why?"
"He's not popular. People don't like him. Isn't that enough to explain? Eggs and flourare too expensive...so maybe stones, as you said, and people may spit or insult him."
At the public announcement of the Aacreim's heir.
"He's pretty well for the most unpopular king." - Keering whispered to Syla.
"Oh yeah. But this isn't over yet."
As soon as Syla ended her sentence, people saw a pair of shoes flying over just to hit the panel behind the Aacreim king, very near his head.
Syla turned around and saw a delivery man taking off his trousers. Keering turned to look as well. They saw a man cover his legs with a coat, and he bended over to do something. Everyone saw his actions as if in slow motion. Then, when everyon actually realized what was he doing, his underwear had already flown towards the Aacreim king.
Keering was speechless. Syla laughed silently. The guards arrested the delivery man in time so he couldn't do anything else.
Right after the announcement, Aacreim king was forced to return to his country, though there was a visit to the military base in schedule.
"It turned out to be you the winner." -Keering sighed. - "Really, no beating you."
"Well, that guy did throw something." - Syla smiled at the memory of that moment.
"Yeah, but...underwear!! Who could have thought of that?" - Keering was amused.
"Who knows? Maybe next time you'll get closer." - Syla said. - "And please stop the winning thing. I feel uneasy about it."
"Ok...madam. Your wishes are my orders."- Keering joked.
"Keering!"- Syla acted as though she was angry.
"ok,ok. No kidding." - Keering seemed a bit sad. - "You know, Syla, I really enjoed staying here. But, I don't think there will be a next time. I have to go back."
"Back to Timbala?"
"Hmm... Ok. Write me some time if you will." - Syla seemed less bright and carefree.
"I will. Then, see you one day."
"Yeah. I'll be waiting." - Syla smiled.
"See you then. It's a promise." - Keering waved his hand and ran out of sight.