Re: Part 63c - Discussion and decision
Cyan slowly shakes her head, responding to Dorian's silent message, verbally and within her mind. "Expect, no doubt. Harbonah will most certainly notice if we use the palanquet. The strength, skill of his mind..." She shakes her head. "And he is no fool. He sees traps everywhere. We shall need to take care with its use, Dorian...but it seems we three are in agreement. Use it or lose it." Words from the World of her musical toy, and her lips quirk as she repeats them.
She slowly straightens, turning her amethyst eyes on Devlin. When the man puts his hand on her shoulder, she covers it with her own, offering him a smile. "Devlin," she begins, then stops, uncertain what to say. Then she nods. "You have been ever at odds with our path, ever questing for something different. And yet, you have never been as others have - Kaelyn, Leo-" Her voice catches on the name, but she breathes out and continues. "Leonardo. Jack. You have always supported, always assisted, in your silent way." One of her eyebrows rises for an instant, and she rolls her eyes when the man chooses the safer path. Men. Irked, Cyan throws her arms around Devlin's shoulders, giving him a quick squeeze before releasing him. "Wise, clever friend."
Shapeshifter...a silent, watchful coyote this one is. Aunt Nancy in her web, Raven who steals the sun.
"I shall take you up on that, Devlin. Berd and I shall carve it free - you shall carry it."
Berd cracks open an eyelid, belches out a small cloud of smoke, and gives Devlin a conspicuous wink before returning to slumber.
"I have heard naught of ämi, in truth," she continues, beginning to pick her way down. "But I would hear more. From the sound of it, she might be a fair match for Berd." The drake's eyes pop open comically for an instant, before narrowing suspiciously, thinning...back to sleep. Perhaps. One slides open, just a crack. "I would gain Trista and Chance's company soon, myself - hear their story, join forces, and perhaps use what we have found for the betterment of all." A glance to Devlin, then to Berd. "Your ämi...she has knowledge of her own, skills of her own, can make choices of her own? She is no dumb construct?"
Cyan's lips twitch slightly, thinning, as the partly cracked eye of Berd's snaps fully open - watchful, concerned. "Your pardon, Devlin, for the question is impertinent. You have shown no designs in the past to hold your creations close, barring them from their lives. But - is she free?"