Ghosts in the Machine - Part II
All this new craziness aside, she was wholly grateful to at last be out of the water, and in a dry, warmer, clime.
The moppett's mode of communication was a little disconcerting -- but more or less confirmed what she'd guessed when the creature had taken Rael's and Angrboda's hands. Realizing the bluish light was again present, she wondered whether it was good manners to stand there with a burning brand, clutched in hand. Yet she was reluctant to extinguish it, as they had now lit both those she'd carried. She searched briefly for some soft ground in which to plant it, next to nothing that was flammable, if it could be found.
At the moppett's proclamation that they had doomed them, her lips parted slightly in shock, unsure what to say or think. That would be terrible, if true -- yet there was no way to undo anything done. She glanced at the 'spiders' of light, that darted up and down the odd tendrils, somewhat unnerved, but also consoled the moppetts seemed unconcerned by them.
She also looked briefly toward Rael and Viktor, as the former tended the latter. First aid skills were something she'd endeavored to learn more of, after being out on her own, in situations where dueling was no longer merely exercise and art. Rael seemed to know what he was doing -- she would have liked to have watched, in order to learn something, under other circumstance. She stifled brief laugh at the comment of demons' aversion to soap. But her attention was yanked to other things.
She did not understand some of the terms the others made mention of --- and was disconcerted when Angrboda claimed that they could slay the goat-heads -- or the "Kia" as they were apparently known. "Kia" -- an almost pretty sounding word to describe such fiends. Her blade had been only barely effective -- she did not understand what Angrboda's claim was founded on, thought it a truly bad idea to mislead the moppetts on that matter.
Once the creature spoke within their heads again, she understand little of what it meant. Only that this vessel was apparently living, even possessed a name, and was mortally injured. She glanced again toward Viktor and Rael, noting the comradery between the two, who could not be more different in their aspects, and finding that bit of humanity comforting, amidst so much that was so alien. She wondered if Rael's skills really could be successful, on a living ship. That would be a song for the taverns, should it prove true!
Cirok then joined the conversation, speaking of an 'Antropi Kahnfig - yur -- a - ' something or other, that she could hardly say, let alone grasp. Did he understand these things, too?
As Berta exclaimed her guess about the crates, though, that she did understand. And again made the triangle of Law, both for the idea that living things might be packed into crates, and that the grisly specter had been feeding on one. Her lips faintly curled in revulsion, it took her a moment to realize that Berta had addressed her:
"It is possible," she replied. "I had been told there was silver in the blade's alloy. And that its smith had an interest in the makings of the people called the Vadhagh. Are there really living things within those crates?" she had to inquire.
"Why would you take them from their home, and imprison them like that, if it's so?"
It was imprudent to ask, she realized, as soon as it was out. Given the situation they were in, and that they needed these beings' aid...
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