Re: Part 71 - Interlude
Sadly, the woman's arrival gives Cyan no time to do anything but ponder James' words. That he fears what he might become...she knows he has seen wars in the past. Dreadful, terrible conflicts. Certainly he has watched as they twisted people from good, kind, and generous men and women into vicious or ruthless killers. Fear did that to people, fear and loss.
She thinks he still stands a long way from losing that all-important part of himself, but given what she has seen and heard of the elders of Amber, it will be a struggle for him as the centuries grow cold at his back. But if anyone can hold onto their heart, she would back quiet, steadfast James. Granite he might be, but his heart is living stone - warm and unbreachable. The heart of the world itself, perhaps - all fire and precious minerals.
Meredith...certainly she would hear more of the girl from James. What she has from Berd are impressions and images, nothing more. Sorrow. Pity. Pain. Anger at times, once with Meredith, more often with others for their treatment of her.
There's some amusement at James' assessement of his own possible stumble. A 'male' problem indeed. Men always want to charge ahead and slay the dragon of the problem, Cyan knows. It's an admirable trait, no question. But sometimes they need to learn to simply listen. But James has always found a good balance, and she suspects he is too hard upon himself here.
But who can say? She wasn't there, and certainly isn't Meredith, whose problems seem colossal from what the weary soldier describes. Still yearning to hear the full story, Cyan hopes the woman finally found some peace.
She wonders if one reason James misses her so is because everything in his life has been impermanent. The aging issue...him having to constantly move, and not get close to anyone...this journey has been an opportunity to meet people similar to himself, people with whom he might forge lasting relationships. But events have swept them all away, leaving him once again with nothing.
And the pain in his voice at the thought of watching those about him grow old...
A pang of guilt runs through her. At least, Cyan considers, he will not see that with me. But's a numbly ironic thought, given that 'goodbye' will still happen. Just a lot sooner than expected. So unfair. Finally meeting people with whom he might have common ground, James still loses them, one by one.
Berd...
A fragment of Berd, still conscious (always there is 'one'), sees/understands/agrees.
Despite his shadowed mood, James still manages a courtly bow for 'Shaendra', to Cyan's gentle amusement. A well-used blade he is, but with polished edges. "It is our honor to meet you, Shaendra." Cyan smiles. "We bring no harm to your woods, only curiousity and purpose to pass through. Here we have Banglen-Yp -" a vague gesture encompasses not only the woman, but the curious seekers swarming about Shaendra "- in all her glory. Archons ward our steps: brave Nariel, Staosha and Suriel of the danioti, clever Rabacyel of the eshurianti, potent Barkiel of the herenethi, and bright Shalgiel of the sencathi. They come in peace. Here is James, a knight of honor, and I am Cyan, of No Place In Particular."
On her shoulder, the little drake snores, a waft of smoke rising from his nostrils. Cyan grimaces. "And this is Berd," she amends.
She sees no point in hiding the presence of the Archons - likely Shaendra has detected them, and in any case, to not introduce them would be rude. "Understood," she murmurs to the Archon who spoke. "There are mysteries in the Myriad Worlds even to Archons, and I do not think she intends harm."
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