Re: 56 - Returns, reunions and revelations
"I believe it is where you rest at the end of the day that is important, Chance." Her voice is serious, her eyes grave. Whatever his decisions earlier, whether he faltered or not, Chance is here, now. And that is the important thing. "Good night, Chance. I wish you the best of dreams. And thank you."
Silence, as Chance ascends the staircase. Then, + GOOD. I LIKED HIM +
+ I SUPPOSE THAT MEANS WE DON'T KILL HIM FOR HIS TREACHERY +
Cyan is silent upon her seat, the drake sleeping in her arms, as Tahirah explains her 'gift'. Her analysis of the situation makes a certain sense; Harbonah is nothing if not single-minded, and she remembers the line of breaks, stretching from one end of the Myriad Worlds to the other.
Sooner or later, they would be trying the defenses of the fabled Amber. They would wish to plant a sphere, perhaps more, upon the Great Pattern itself, to shatter reality into a more...malleable form, one assumes.
Parcifal and Gawain bring information to light, regarding their mysterious 'benefactor' and his connection to Amber, or Ember. As the figure of Trista appears in the doorway, Cyan plies the two men with a question. "And what was his name, this creator of your weapons?" she asks. Perhaps they might glean something from that response, when James returns - he, of all of them, has the greatest experience with those of Amber, and she knows there lies a traitor within their ranks.
"Trista." She raises one hand to the woman, now cleansed of the grit and sweat of heat and battle. In the strange clothing, so similar to that of a World Cyan left - a year ago, perhaps? - Trista presents a striking appearance, a gestalt of modern wear and traditional steel. Berd stir, makes a bleek in his sleep, and Cyan, a small smile on her lips, beckons her over.
Then more figures enter the hall - Cyan's smile grows at the sight of the returning James, bringing with him the alien woman Banglen-Yp. The smile fades at the sight of the second woman, a tiny figure in patchwork clothing and antique jewelry. Another traveller, new to their quest? Or not? She has been gone for nearly two years, herself, though Berd assures her it has been much shorter for them.
Cradling the somnolent Berd, she stands to offer a small bow to the trio.