Re: Part 63c - Discussion and decision
Cyan's eyes sharpen at the sight of the compass, then widen as Dorian finally casts it aside. Her hand reaches out, a motion aborted by Berd's warning chirp. She leaves it hanging for a moment, staring after the abandoned tool, then slowly nods with a long, emerald stare at Dorian.
Is this how it will be for all of them? Casting pieces of themselves aside, losing who they are, bit by bit, until nothing remains but raw purpose? How can such tools as they will become earn victory? Where is the worth?
Will they still recognize each other when this is all finished, she wonders, studying Dorian's hatchet-face, his shadowed eyes. But at his command she nods, turning to gather her gear.
Unfortunately, Aaron's next words freeze her in her tracks.
Berd covers his snout with a wing as Cyan's blunt nails bite into her palms. She grits her teeth for a long, long moment, before slowly rising to face the scion of Auld Thiriel. Her eyes glitter in the dim light, like pale, pale topaz. "You leave us." Bands of pain tighten around her chest as she breathes in, her smile strained. "You...Aaron..." Her eyes flick to Dorian for a heartbeat, then back to Aaron. "Always you leave us. You...you say things, important things, then leave us."
Berd rises upon her shoulder, fanning the air with his wings, but Cyan ignores him.
"Thus far you have returned." A whisper, and for an instant a smile twitches the corners of Cyan's lips. There and gone, and suddenly the tension fades. Colour floods back into her eyes, and she turns away. "Please," the bard whispers, fingers fumbling with her pack, "do so again."
Standing, she turns with the deathiron held, sheathed, in one hand. Ruby eyes shimmer as she glances from Dorian to Aaron, then into the sky. "I have walked this path from the beginning. I have asked for little for myself, in truth. But we have lost so very, very much. Now I ask." She closes her eyes. "Please return, Aaron."