Re: Part 60b - Night on a bare mountain
In response to Devlin's comments on Shadow versus the Myriad Worlds, Trista nods, “I am much the same, though our reasons are different. While you travel through the shadow, I simply have called the Worlds, 'Shadow,' since I learned of them. My father's doing, of course. Both Dorian and Berd have given me lessons on the proper terminology.” No disdain colors the emphasis, simply a certain self-mocking humor.
“I have attempted to change my vocabulary, though 'Myriad Worlds' is a bit too poetic for me. Ironically, I've never thought of 'Shadow' as being derogatory, or to mean those people are less real. The idea is ludicrous. To me, 'Shadow' was always simply a name for the Worlds, one that holds a beautiful mysticism. But I do not wish to hurt anyone's feelings, and so I gladly submit to calling them the Worlds.”
The man continues and Trista listens with rapt attention. Although Devlin does not illuminate the details, she comes to understand he followed others to the group though in a round-about way.
Then Devlin speaks that soft, beautiful name again: Serena. Knowing he carries on a telepathic conversation with the woman right now, Trista wonders where Serena is. She must be close unless she carries the power of Berd within her soul. That's not impossible considering the people Trista has met lately.
Perhaps she should relinquish Devlin so that he might concentrate on his talk with Serena. At the thought, an unexpected loneliness dampens the woman for no logical reason. No, if he found Trista too distracting, he would take his leave. Wouldn't he?
Decidedly staying put, a weight lifts and thoughts of solitude vanish.
Recruited by Luke, a man Trista has not even met though she caught glimpses of him from Berd. She thinks back to their journey from Charyk and does not remember him there. Further back, she remembers James mentioning the name of 'Luke' to refer to some apparition which did not linger. Someone who comes and goes, perhaps?
Both looking into the dark night, seeing rain drops materialize out of blackness to fall on their faces, Trista nods at Devlin's sentiments, “I think you're right.” She hears something more in his voice, understanding he alludes to more than the cycle of darkness. However, she can't discern what it may be and although curiosity tugs at her, she will not pry.
She meets his gaze when he turns back to her. “Hm, time again. It shifts and swerves and makes me dizzy. I can only judge time based on my own viewpoint which can be drastically different from those of others.
“I certainly don't pretend to understand what's going on. But I listen and slowly gather more pieces to fit complete the puzzle. Hopefully, I'll get there one day. Though I don't want to linger on complicated plots which make the brain fizzle right now. I'd rather just enjoy this.” She offers an uninhibited smile.
“I am curious about – Nightbrand. I've never come across an item that speaks before. Not only speaks, but makes decisions for himself. Sentient. I know you've said you don't know everything about him, but is it common in the realms you walk and the circles of your friends to have sentient items of such power?”