Chapter 3 - Called
"Bubala," I returned, hesitating as is customary awaiting the invitation to enter. The council each turned slightly in their seats and nodded their approval to me to enter.
"Ͽnfufra?" (How are you? )Minister Fleur asked.
"Ͽnyeæ, " (I'm fine) I responded.
"⌿∫Þ ⳚꝎ₴ ꔛ (sistit dahꝏneen) sit down, (Daꝏninbeh sashahyee) Don't be shy."
I froze. The word startling me into embarassment before sitting down. Shy! Was she insulting me? I gripped the back of the seat, before pulling it out and sitting down facing the council harshly. If Minister Fleur had indeed meant it for an insult I couldn't read it on her face. She glared at me blankly as I adjusted my cloak to sit comfortably and adjusted my nose ring from outdoor to indoor atmospheric pressure. All half humans, needed to be equipped with a nose ring aparatus to breathe in the Afr᭧ atmosphere.
Minister Fleur stood in front of me at rest stance with her hands folded in front of her, and her back facing the Council.
"Rage," she addressed me in fluent Afneen Hahꝏyis yehꝏree fꜷtetree? ("How is your father?)
"Hehyisꝏl (He is well)." So is my mother I thought but because she is human I knew she wouldn't ask.
"Yehೲmæmi ꝏnendree ꝏyi yehೲꜷree cahlelded hehree saata Rage? " ("You may wonder why you were called here today Rage?" )
I eyed her cautiously, and placed one finger to my lip to signify the afirmative in the Yasaa regional military sign language.
"Ꝏvee behnen kepepenೲp ꝏyitethah yehೲ. YehೲϿrꜽ Pahrajugra ahsasa sϽljugra hahses ninetet jugϽnen ೲnenϽtetyi."
