Baskadia

I couldn't believe my ears, what she had commanded me to do, to become! It took all the reserve I had to stay seated and not get up and dim all of the Council's light sources for good. She did say I had a choice that I could accept or decline the mission, but my refusal would be futile and detrimental to my career in the service of Yasaa. Even with her ultimatum I didn't return my answer as quickly as she would have liked me too. I told her I needed time to consider my options and weigh them.

I left there numb. My light source had grown low and I needed to recharge. As I walked out onto the streets the festivities were now in full force. Afraneen dressed in costume paraded the crystal streets, some wore suits that mimicked the militia, they loudly proclaimed "Ͻꩺꯕキ ᭼ ✦᭣⍀" "Ojughahses Yasaa!" (Congratulations! Yasaa) Afraneen happiness was contagious.

I walked to Doh's pub and asked for the most electric drink I could imbibe. Shalo made from volcanic magma that flows beneath our ground soon I was dancing as my light source crept back along my spine. The owner of the pub Doh himself approached me his blue black face beaming, "Ojughahses Yasaa! " he proclaimed dancing beside me. I stopped dancing.

"Ojughahses" I said, "Batet᭼yime nine't dane᭼saneen fahree Yasaa victitree."
"But I'm not dancing for Yasaa's victory."

Doh looked perplexed. His blue black skin shining. He was the typical Afraneen prototype.