Re: Part 66a - Descent into dark places
Midway through the explanation, Luke shot a glance at Aaron, one eyebrow cocked. Definitely a good thing this problem got resolved before it became one. A very, very curious origin...but then, his was equally odd, in its own way.
No reason to be prejudiced. At least it's not human.
It wasn't surprising the Archon wasn't shocked by the multitude of Banglen-Yp - many of them lived in multiple 'selves'. "Listen to the lady," Luke drawled, turning to eye the now-forming glacial halo. "Maybe Dworkin has friends, but so do we. And ours are welcome in this place, whereas I doubt he is." Not after summoning some kind of world-eating being, fortunately de-threatened by Banglen-Yp. Great. A whole whack of people I have to see with my eyes.
"Tahirah makes good sense - no surprise there. If Dworkin comes back, we'll deal with him. But right now..." He glances from the shimmering, flickering hoop to his associates. "Introductions."
"Amabael, we have Tahirah, Aaron, and...Banglen-Yp and her selves." He cocked an eyebrow. "And her cat...thing. Everyone, meet Amabael. Of the Sencathi." His grin widened, without its usual sharpness. "Those Archons Berd told us about - the ones Harbonah tried to genocide away. Amy tells me her people wouldn't mind spanking Harbonah, spoiled brat that he is."
"I've explained Cyan's plan, what I know of it. She supports the attempt.