Re: 56 - Returns, reunions and revelations
Aaron, the local expert regarding orbs, speaks up in response to her own theories, and his suppositions, conclusions, are chilling. Cyan grows cold at his disclosure, that the orbs themselves are living beings. It should not surprise her, given her time with her former captors. Her former allies.
Worse still, he offers confirmation of her fears. Certainly it would be the logical decision of the Archons, to emplace an orb upon the Grand Pattern itself. Tactically, strategically, it would be a shattering gain for the Archons, and their wisest move. It would be...what she would do.
The thought hollows her heart. Was this how the ancients like Aaron, like Dorian, saw the world? She did not think so. Hoped it was not so. She glances back at Aaron for a moment, stares into his autumn eyes. No - the worlds are not all numbers, all lines and movements to him. She knows that - proof is in action.
Trista's words echo in her thoughts. To save all of them. All the worlds that remain. One of Cyan's hands tightens into a fist, and she nods, grimly, a fire awakening in her ruby eyes that chases away the emptiness in her heart. That has been her purpose from the beginning, and while she may stumble, she will not fall.
Parcifal and Gawain pledge themselves to the Quest, albiet indirectly, as allies to Amber. A wise decision, Cyan thinks - Amber has lost much of its glow for her, due to what she has discovered during the Quest, but given the circumstances would be a powerful ally, and certainly one of two places that need to be guarded at all costs.
Dorian arrives smoothly, as is his wont, a small smile on his face, as is not. She gives a slight nod in return, head to the side, and Berd lets out a small whistle as he again gets comfortable. The dark man speaks of his own soundings of the Archons' home, and then continues to add his voice to the weight atop the Amber theory. James, the rock, shifts the balance altogether; unless one of the others comes up with an extremely compelling reason why they should not go, Amber is their destination. Cyan offers a nod of agreement, a nod that turns into a yawn. Surprised and embarrassed, she claps one palm over her mouth, and struggles to control the crimson flooding her features. "Apologies, James - it is the hour, not the speaker."
She glances at Berd, herself, for a moment before Dorian interjects. Dorian, ever the voice of caution (no, not always, a small whisper inside reminds her), counsels a night's rest, something for which her body cries out. She looks around the room, stares at the faces. Weariness on several. James, of course, looks a trifle rumpled by his experience, but otherwise stands strong. She cannot help but laugh, briefly, a small sound of amusement.
"I fear, James, I must agree. I have not slept in...days, it would seem."