Discover the legend of Orrimi and go on an adventure in this tale of the Gaïennes seas.

Orrimi, Part One

Short in the mist, the frail skiff, his veil of hair of canvas, draped high on his mat, slap the wind that finally rises. The passengers let a grouped sigh escape. They look at each other, embarrassed. Seated on their bags, stowed by straps with padded bars along a part of the transport, they straighten the head and make mine to admire the view. As a landscape, we find more varied.  The youngest passenger shrugs his shoulders, loosens his tie, takes his momentum and moves to astride on the rim of the boat.

Feel the breath of the flow stroking his skin, close the eyelids and take a long breath…

A knotty hand catches up with him before he tilts and lifts him like a sack of jute to the deck.

-Small, you’d better keep your feet on the floor, failing a good fertile land.

The child raises his eyes to the voice, observes the deep wrinkles and takes a glance at the sea of Mist on which the sailboat advances. The wind makes it possible to gain their destination more quickly but also creates gaps in the sea of vapors, threatening dives on depths that travelers prefer to ignore and that the captain is careful not to tell them.

-Orrimi, Captain. My name is Orrimi. Thanks for… The child hesitates and leaves his sentence in suspense, a pout on his colorful lips. A brown wick falls in front of his blue eyes.

-All right, boy. Orrimi, take care of the gaps, would you do that for me?

-With pleasure, Captain! But I’m a girl.

An amused smile illuminates the faces of the passengers. The journey finally looks rather less stressful than expected. Languages begin to loosen, evoke their first haven. You never know exactly how long trips are on the sea of mists, but shelters are a very expected respite. It is a question of guessing whether the currents will reach the farae or the perky. Of course, the preferences go to the perky, reputed for its supplied cellar and its good flesh. The farae is far too mysterious to attract barges, even if everyone is curious as to why no one ever talks about it.

A jolt shakes the whole tub squeaking, groaning, pitchinging. A flank cracks, cries, pierces the eardrums of everything being normally constituted. The captain is not even trying to cover his ears. Already standing, it obstructs the rudder using a split board. After changing course, he blocks it.

-Is it serious, captain? Orrimi is the only one who dares to ask the question aloud. Adults are weird. They ask questions that they know the answers to and prefer not to ask the ones that really matter.


You say, Captain?

-I took Éclis, little girl. That means the wind is against us. I blocked the bar in the wrong direction. The stream turned just before the shock and I made a beginner mistake, I did not check. The captain finishes his sentence in a flood of profanity that seems to be only a long rumbling.

-but what shock? It’s just air, right? How can the sailboat have bumped into something? We’re all alone here!

-Do you believe that, Orrimi? Oh, really?

The passengers to whom the girl turns is eager to look away. She probes the clouds in search of an answer. From the corner of the eye, she thinks she sees a fugitive glow, then says to herself that she must have imagined it, that the big people are pretty superstitious like that, to put herself there too. It’s not like she didn’t dream that moment the night before, did she? As long as the suite remains a dream…

 © MaïmGarnier ~ Part 1 ~ Orrimi 02/07/2016


If you liked this first part, you can read more ~ Orrimi: The man around the fire ~

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