Re: Part 65c - Diplomatic relations
Whorls in the fabric of the universe meld with those from nearby worlds. Concepts such as space and time are non-constant and, to some extent, overlapping. Berd uses the confusing geometry of reality's peaks and valleys, coupled with his own cloak, to render his very presence unseen while he hunts for the controls to this world. In order to prompt Harbonah to listen, he will first need to produce a mailed glove. A big one, he suspects.
And, of course, not refer to the Archon as 'Harry'.
The echoes of the death-agonies sicken him. For the sake of everyone, even the Archons, Harbonah must be stopped. Whether that be through words or action remains to be seen. As does Berd's capacity to affect such a result.
The drake forges multiple pinprick tunnels to the underflow, to provide both energy and escape, should it become necessary. One of his minds keeps a close eye upon the wyrmholes. Another head of the hydra slowly usurps what control it can over the twisted reality of this world. Others prepare Berd's strongest defenses, mirror-bright shields of mind, body, and spirit, psychic decoys, a cyclotron of preternatural energies slowly revving up within his tiny body. Yet more silently, stealthy search the world itself, hunting for forces, devices, creations of interest.
He finds a perch upon which to sit - something inoffensive, but solid. It creates the proper message.
And Berd waits to see how solidly he may lay his will upon this many-folded world.