Re: Part 68a - Princes of the Universe
Cyan bows a single time to the newly assembled royalty. She's pleased Lord Chanicut has determined a method to facilitate communcation on the line of battle - wars are often lost due to the lack of such things. She studies the massive form of Prince Gerard as he enters, her keen ruby eyes searching him for a sign of the blade Luke discovered, then returns her attention to Aaron and the King.
What a curious assemblage from across the Myriad Worlds they are. Lords of Order...and of Chaos. Emperors. Protectors of Realms. Princes and princesses, of several sorts. Whatever Berd is. And simple wanderers.
"Indeed, Chance," she replies to the Deathsinger's muttered comment, awaiting Random's answer. Then Cyan frowns. "For my plan to have a chance, I need the attention of the greater part of the Nephillim." Inside, she quails at the thought. "I...I am uncertain if it would be better to set it in motion now, or wait until this battle is finished. On the one hand, it seems more likely to garner attention if we succeed in this battle and drive the Archons away to lick their wounds."
Her hands slide behind her back and she begins to pace, a familiar pose, perhaps, to Luke, Aaron, and Chance. On her shoulder, Berd squawks and settles himself again.
"On the other hand," the General mutters, "getting things going now might fracture the forces arrayed against Amber. Not a bad idea - if we lose this battle, if Amber falls, we're done." Her head comes up, eyes dark as Dorian's cloak. "Might have to do it here, rather than where I planned."