Re: Part 57 - Leaving Charyk
Cyan has her own, personal alarm clock, of course. As usual, she is rousted from her sleep by Berd, who simply crawls over and lays down in the warm spot left by her shift to a seated posture. She pauses a moment to stare at the little drake, and the gleaming sliver of one eye, partly open, as it regards her.
It all seems...unreal. Everything. Her past time with the Seraphim still burns at the forefront of her mind, and to wake her, rather than there, covered in sweat and gasping....
She rubs her face, breathes out a shuddering breath. Then, as the sun begins to rise outside, Cyan finds herself an empty tower-top, far from others, and greets an old acquaintance. An hour of practice with the heavy, brutal blade, and she knows one thing has not changed since long, long ago. She despises it. Into its sheath it goes, locked home near the hilt, where the blade is no longer sharp.
"Left. Right." Ever obedient, the two Archons rise before her.
+ YES, GENERAL? +
Left is silent. She has picked up something, perhaps from Cyan's mood, perhaps from the long discussion last night.
"I require a favour of you," Cyan states, knowing full well they will regard this as an order. So be it. "I need you to find the Nephillim. Speak with them. Present yourselves, inform them - very quickly! - of your alligience to me. Then I order you to work with them, in whatever capacity they require."
More silence. Right hovers, his multicoloured 'body' catching the light a thousand ways. Left blends with the morning sun. + HAVE WE DISPLEASED, GENERAL? +
+ NO. THE GENERAL WISHES US TO LEARN SOMETHING. IS THAT NOT CORRECT, GENERAL? +
Cyan sighs. "To that I say both yea and nay, Left. I need to have people with the nephillim, with whom I hold contact. Whom I trust. Do you understand? I need this." The Archons waver in the air, considering, and expand slightly. "Yes, I hope you learn from them. But more importantly, this is necessary for my war."
+ TACTICALLY, IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE +
+ IT ALSO REMOVES A PAIR OF DIFFICULT ALLIES? +
Cyan's sapphire eyes flare. "Never. I would never toss friends aside for the opinions of others. I trust you. I care for you." She chooses words Archons would understand, as always tailoring her speech for the listener. "You are mine, and I will never give you up! Ever!"
Right swells further. Left dances for a moment. + YOU HAVE MY LOYALTY, GENERAL. FOR YOU, I WILL DO THIS. +
+ AND I. THOUGH I WOULD RATHER HAVE STAYED TO OBSERVE THE CHANCE. AND THE OTHERS +
Cyan closes her eyes. She had not considered it would be so easy...or so hard, simultaneously. "Stay, then, until we go. Stay with me, for a little while longer. I will make of you both palanquet, that I may bespeak you, and this is not forever." She moves to the battlements, stares down at the work already commencing far below. It never ceases to amaze her, the resiliance of people everywhere. She sees a woman, far below, on a run around the walls - the clothing is quite different from the norm, here. Trista. "I have lost much and gained much upon this quest," Cyan whispers. "I have no wish to lose more."
The sun slowly rises before them. Cyan watches it as it crawls up the sky, a ball of fire. A ring of flame. She shivers. "...beautiful." Perhaps the beauty is lost upon Left and Right. Perhaps, after a fashion, it is not. Whatever the case, they remain silent.
Downstairs, Berd finally crawls from the bed, and slowly flaps out of the room in search of breakfast. He finds the great hall and, to his delight, both food and a friend, both. Chirping pleasantly, he flutters over to land on the back of Trista's chair, glances at her writing then, realizing it is private, looks to the food with a low, hungry growl.