Re: Part 71 - Interlude
"The universe is an odd place," Cyan quietly agrees, glancing at the dancing Banglen-Yp with a smile. "It having a sense of humor? Absolutely." It is, she thinks, a pity most people don't see that. Perhaps if they did, there would be less of...well, the current situation.
She ducks her head at James' kindness in dispelling her concerns. "Indeed we have. A great deal of time - since Cadinigart, yes?" She struggles with the memory for a moment, then smiles. "'Friend' was the first word I heard from your lips, James of Amber, and how very true it proved." For a long moment, her amythest eyes are far away. Then she blinks, and they clear. "Certs we have spent a great deal of time, both miserable and rewarding, in one another's companies." Her hand finds his shoulder and squeezes for a moment. "My memories are...fractured, but not lost, and I look upon our times together with great fondness."
Her head cocks to the side and the bard grows solemn. "Perhaps you should search out Meredith as well as Lorne," she quietly offers, glancing down at Berd for a moment. "It might do you good, James."
Her smile returns at James' bittersweet chuckle, but softer now. "Indeed, there is much to be thankful for if one has endless years. But...I will not let slip my sorrow at what it will cost you." She sighs, staring again up at the falling petals. "So hard for you, James. Having seen the elders of Amber, I suspect your memories will hold for a long, long time. I...remember Gil. But his 'immortality' was unnatural, whereas yours, I think, is a function of who you are. Perhaps you will not forget."
Her smile fades. "And perhaps," she sadly states, "that is not as much a blessing as one might think. I pray you never grow cold, James. Your heart is strong, but the whetstone of years is hard and enduring, and may sharpen the softest touch to an edge." She touches his breastbone. "Keep it safe. I would have you enjoy those sunsets and hear that song. And someday, perhaps, sing it."
And remember me.
She ducks her head, a lopsided smile appearing and vanishing on her lips. "Perhaps I would take your offer for a...medical immortality, James. I do not know what it would bring. I-" Her smile falters, then Cyan shakes her head, her once-copper-now-russet hair dancing, threads of grey showing through. Berd made her strong. Fast. Potent. Too much so. His power is not infinite and for everything there comes a price. Cyan's candle has burned brightly, perhaps too much so.
"You are a good man, James," she whispers, then laughs through nascent tears, dashing them away. "Indeed! Berd would be a difficult enough companion. No doubt he will find you at some point or another, and impinge upon your hospitality." She jabs the drake, who grunts once without waking. "This one? Ulitmate?" The bard snorts in a most unlady-like manner. "At best, he gains further strength to enjoy his vices."
Another grunt from Berd, this one disgusted. Apparently he isn't fully asleep.
At James' request to attend, she grows more serious and quiet, focusing on him. Banglen-Yp - their Banglen-Yp, and her kitten - echo his questions in her own way. "You both have the right of it," Cyan nods, her eyebrows (and smile) rising at the poke on the nose and the grandiose claim for the kitten. "Berd is the Ultimate and the Kitten the True Master," she murmurs. "As always, I find myself in the presence of royalty..."
Her voice trails off and she sits in silence for several heartbeats.
"And I dance around the point," Cyan confesses. "So. We must all know the plan. Here now, listen to my words. In my time, I have seen much of the Archons - of the Seraphim, of the Nephillim, and of those caught between. I have viewed Berd's memories of Raziel, a herenethi dedicated to the Seraphim who grew to appreciate art and the beauty of creation, and for that opted to shift his position away from violence and destruction. I have seen the scholars of the Nephillim, devoted to the study of the Myriad Worlds. I have watched Right and Left grow from simple soldiers into strong leaders and quiet students of life, respectively."
She takes a deep breath. "But such things do not come easily to the Archons. You Archons with me, speak if you wish to give your own thoughts, for I would hear them as well."
"Right changed over the course of my search for Broken God. Finally, when he absorbed the memories and pain of millions of dying people, granted to him by accident through Dorian's power -" something meant for Cyan, in truth "- it solidified his feelings on certain matters. Left changed more gradually, through study of emotion and interaction. In both cases, it required them to become aware of things beyond their own desires. The same with Raziel, though he himself seemed to realize there must be more than simple mastery to the universe."
Her lips thin. "Archons - like any creature, to be truthful - need to be shown."
Cyan rubs her fingers along Berd's neck-ridge. "I had hoped Dorian would be here as well, to assist with this plan, but...we will make do. I will confront the massed Host of the Seraphim - as many as we can lure to one place. They know me - Harbonah's 'General', privy to many of his secrets before my treason. And to all of them, before Harbonah can have them destroy me, I will offer that which Harbonah keeps from them."
Her lips twitch into a bleak smile. "It is the one thing a Seraphim cannot resist - power over others. Those with Harbonah's secrets will have the opportunity to use them against others, even Harbonah himself. Those who refuse will find themselves at a disadvantage against their rivals. I believe the temptation will prove too much for them."
The bard's jaw muscles knot for a moment and her eyes, clear topaz a bare two shades from diamond, stare into the distance. "I will open my mind to them. All of them. With Berd's help and his support, I will give them far more than simple information. My memories of the Myriad Worlds I have travelled. The things of beauty and terror I have seen. The lives we have touched, the people we have met as people, not alien creatures to be destroyed. My own feelings. My experiences. Every last bit."
In her lap, Berd lets out a small cry in his sleep.