Re: Part 65 - Heart of the World
"James!" The bard exuberantly throws her arms around the man holding her hand, his clasp like that of a very precise and careful vicegrip. Topaz eyes glitter as she leans back to study him critically. "You look well," she whispers. "If tired."
Turning from him, she studies the group one after another in turn. Tahirah of Charyk and Roman of Chaos - she offers them solemn bows, though her eyes dance with pleasure. But...no Morgan? And where is the curious shapeshifter, Banglen-Yp? Her gaze jumps to the odd archon, with its out-of-place movements and jaunty presence - certainly not the norm in her experience, and not under guard. Something in the 'body language' of the Archon reminds her...and is that Aaron, standing at the back with his descendant of all people?
She shifts to face the others. Fiona, of course, the one who dispatched her upon this mission. Others, including a sharp-eyed man whose ruined palanquet she carries, given to her by Beldrin - Caine. But it is the smaller man who commands the room, seizes her attention, first with his greeting.
Amber. Years of Berd's obfuscations kept her from this land. More time spent upon the Quest, then...two years best forgotten, though that is impossible. After so much time, is it possible she stands within its halls? Given those standing near Fiona as peers, some of whom she recognizes, it would seem so. But one rises above them, for all his corporeal height. This man, Random, is the king of a mighty empire and ordained guardian of one of the two poles of reality - her oaths pass through Fiona and Julian to him.
Years spent in Menengroth have forged and honed certain social reflexes, and without hesitation Cyan pulls away from James and steps forward. She drops to one knee, bowing her head. "Your majesty."
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