- Uh? - Surprised Flyte. - Why are you he?

- Cain believes that the key to what is happening may lie anywhere, we must not miss a single thread!

- I get it, tomorrow I will get access to our library for you! - In response, I will have a counter request, I will repeat the same question that last time! So remember him? - demanded asked Flyte. For less, I do not agree! He added with a smile.

Sangia bowed her head in second thoughts:

- Well, so be it, and I am pleased to know that your desire has not changed!

“Great, but what about the girl where you met her at all?”

“Oooh, it's a long story, but since at night we have nowhere to hurry, sit back,” Sangia laughed ...

Sefril woke up the first of the trinity, he slept in his kitchen. Unpretentious lizards did not really need furniture and a lot of sand in the corner was quite suitable for an overnight stay. Without rising, the litzer turned his face toward the wall, two objects, predominantly of blue and light orange, were pulsating measuredly behind it: "So, the girls are still sleeping, I’ll have time to walk." To the standard set of analyzers, the pangolins added one more organ of thermal sensitivity, even with their eyes closed they could easily see living beings, which very well helped them navigate underground.

Flight quickly descended a special sand channel down, never showing up on the surface of the earth, he intensively "swam" to the ridge. There were many ways to move in the soil. Children, most often actively helped themselves with their hands and limbs, until they fully mastered adult skills. Older, or more capable, lazerts could move lazily by moving their hands, and the most experienced without the help of limbs, who could only skillfully control the elements of the earth, could carry like a bullet in a dwarf gun. Lacerts - like the elves, felt the earth from birth, this element was as dear to them as the air was for people or the water for dwarfs.

For Flyte, it was a morning walk and a good charge before the coming day. He also planned to visit a small grove and to please his guests with mushrooms for breakfast.

The mood of the young lazert was elated and whistling gaily, he took out his bag from his pocket and began to search for forest gifts. Inhaling deeply, the lizard enjoyed the intoxicating scents, the singing of birds. But, smelling it, Sefril caught a faint putrid smell. Like a bloodhound, a lizard determined the direction and confidently took a trail, went in the direction of such a vile aroma. A massive oak tree was broken in half, its two parts bowed dejectedly to the ground, strewing the earth with leaves and acorns. The pangolin walked around the tree, carefully examining it, the heart was covered with rot, there was mold on its islands and the bugs were already busy scurrying around. “'Yes, what happened, I was here recently, everything was fine with an oak! Strange '”- the servant once again carefully examined everything, but did not find a visible reason. “'We'll have to rest you, nothing you stink here! “” - decided the fate of the tree lizard. The hands of a lazert plunged into the trunk as if in jelly, he separated the rotten part, from the still healthy upper and two halves of the tree, squeaking plaintively, fell to the ground. The blackened remnants of the base disappeared under the ground and hardly anyone would have thought that something could grow. Only a carpet of green, slightly touched yellow leaves and a scattering of acorns reminded of an unknown tragedy. Flight looked at the remains of a tree, on an earthen platform, he drove them aside and plunged deep into the soil. As if in the press, the oak frayed into gruel, the lizard tried hard until everything turned into a homogeneous mass.Flyte regretted that he did not have any solutions with him: "'Well, and so I can handle it,'" he said to himself. Lacet sat down on his haunches, before him the earth opened and the contents of the oak, as if in a bowl, were poured right under the lizard. He concentrated heavily, ridding the mash of excess moisture and impurities, which made whitish steam in the sky. When he coped with this, the lizard began the next stage, a yellowish canvas soared into the air. Thin, like a small hair, light as a feather, its product broke up into hundreds of sheets and a small tornado began to spin over the pit. Already after minutes, having completely consumed the remains of an oak, a real paper tornado whirled before Flight. Individual elements began to bend many times, forming bizarre folds. Paper modules assembled into one large design. Before the lizard was born a bird, jumping on it, he soared up. Paper feathery was of small size, and the small strength of the product threatened to destroy the whole structure, so the lacet was very carefully kept in the air. Sefril was afraid that, like in previous cases, the landing might be slightly hasty ... No, it did not scare him to fall from a great height, driving the ground, he could arrange the hardest landing for himself, but I would like to achieve greater reliability from his aircraft. Smoothly circling in the air, he headed for Astananariv.

Waking up, Sangia decided to go around the room and realized that Flyte's tastes had not changed much, the lacet was used to living alone from an early age, the parents of the lizard lived far to the north, so they didn't see each other very often.

Two rooms - one was for guests, its decoration consisted of several carpets, two beds (one of which slept Olivia) and a large wall with a mirror - poorly and universally. The second one (Rowell glanced at it for the sake of curiosity) was a workshop of a lizard, it was littered with various trash, the trash was on a small desk and even trash on the floor. In the corner, in the midst of this rubbish, Sangia saw the dusty statue of the Matrum of Terrra, not very much the lizard honoring the traditions of the people, the girl decided.

The rest of the premises consisted of a kitchen, a balcony (on which they talked at night) and a room that combined the functions of a toilet and a garbage can. The sandy throne in this room was connected by earthen channels and formed a network that diverted waste from all the premises of Astananariva deep into the ground. In a small half-empty corridor, two soft poufs lurked and a small pedestal of what you know. Having entered it, the lizards could move freely along the towers and corridors, descend to the lower tiers under the ground. “'The main thing is not to confuse the toilet with a hangover and this crap,'” Sangia thought. She also realized that until Sefril returned, they were locked up, she would not use the technology of the lizards, and even if she tried, it would look like a ridiculous suicide attempt in quicksand. Unlike her, Olivia clearly did not want to get up, but Rowell simply did not dare to wake her up. Rummaging through the food supplies of the pangolin and remembering how the kitchen utensils of lazert work, Sangia decided to use all her skills in making bacon and eggs. In the process of creating a culinary masterpiece, she saw the tragic crash of an aeronaut. Losing leaves, heeling strongly, now and then falling into the airholes, Sefril planned to land on his balcony.

- Well, things! - Sangia pushed the bead curtain aside and began to watch further.

Realizing that he would not be able to get down to the balcony gracefully, he used the sand on the walls, made himself a ledge, and when he flew closer, he jumped onto it. The remains of a paper bird spun in a whirlwind, and folded into weighty stacks, filling the balcony of the lizard.

- With the arrival, and what is the attempt? She demanded mockingly.

- And good morning to you, the tenth model is six thousand nine hundred and eighty-first attempt! - proudly reported lapser. And by the way, your meat burns!

- Who? Edrit your left! - Roweel ran to save her dish, over which thin streams of smoke had already been raised.

After some time, in time to prevent trouble, she also laid out the food on the plates:

“Do you think Olivia is resurrected?”

The lizard silently went, visited the girl.

- Nuuu? - asked Sangia looking at the wagging Flyte.

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