{{Quotation|'''Azazor Eridlo Mirihus''', on Winderly 18, 2617-1|It is decided, Eeri and I will leave for the Old Lands in a few cycles. The announcement in front of the friends of the CEK<ref>''Collectif d'Étude des Kitins'', a group of homin(a)s dedicated to the study of kitin movements and the exploration of kitins' nests</ref> was not easy. The reproachful look of Wixarika especially. Yet you should have known better, my ardent fyrossa girl. If I trained you, it was so that you could take my place. The Empire needs an akenak with fresh ideas, not an undisciplined old gruff one like me. Of course, they tried to stop me. But what I didn't foresee was that Eeri would have born a kid in the meantime. A kid, Eeri?! ramèch<ref>''Damn'' (to keep it civil)</ref>! Of course, she should stay to bring him up. But that's like trying to stop the advance of the sawdust dunes. More stubborn than a bodoc that girl. And so much the better. I like better her coming with me, but I'd never tell her.