Re: Part 73 - The long road
Cyan pauses, studying James for a long moment. She could be offended, she supposes. But the story itself...even the bard must admit that it sounds ridiculous, despite the evidence. After all, it could have been a real dream, couldn't it? Despite totemic paintings, shifting and moving about her?
A small smile touches her lips, and she returns to adding colour to Vadchok. "Berd, then. If you would?"
Berd's eyes glitter as he delves into her memories, open to his touch. An instant later, he opens a bridging, offering it to James, Left, and any others in the company as yet in easy 'reach'. He'll grant a similar choice to the rest when they return.
The bridging flowers and the memories flow. Not like a movie, but memories in truth - known as if experienced by the recipients. Immediate, but comprehensible.
...And then she's not alone, as a figure shuffles out of the inner chamber. The horned man. He is short, perhaps five feet tall, and bearded, and he wears a loin cloth made of some kind of animal skin. As he moves out into the firelight it becomes clear that he wears a hood, of sorts, made from head of a deer, with the antlers still attached. His torso is daubed with paint - hand prints in all the colours used on the walls, and he carries two spears, simple sharpened sticks with fire-hardened points.
He stops as he spots Cyan, brandishing the spears at her, not threatening to use them, more like simply showing that he has them. He tilts his head to one side, and speaks. Or, at least, he makes a series of noises which have the cadence of speech. Grunts and clicks forming a pattern that might be words.
Then silence for a moment, before he raps his knuckles against his breast bone and makes a set of sounds, then repeats both it and the gesture. "[click]-ogok. [click]-ogok." A quick nod to Cyan, then he extends his empty hand towards her, palm upward.
From the corner of her eye, Cyan sees one of the painted deer stepping down from the cave wall...
...A rabbit, rendered in black and white and only an inch long, springs from the wall, and runs up his outstretched arm to escape the stick figure who pursues it. It crouches on his shoulder and starts to wash...
..."Chy-an agho." He beckons, and walks towards the fire. "Chy-an nok." pointing to the ground, then a gesture with both hands spread, and making a downward pushing motion. "Chy-an nok." Again the downward pushing, then he stoops to pat the ground, before moving a little to one side and sitting. "[click]-ogok aku nok."
He moves to draw a long curved line which forms a cap above the images already drawn. Then a bird shape, possibly a duck, above the others, but below the curve. [click]-ogok taps the curve with a finger. "Bokt. Chy-an agho bokt." A smile and banging of an open palm against the ground. "Chy-an agho bokt." The bird flies upward, escaping the boulder...
...Then the palanquet comes to life, and the primitive falls silent, an expression of rapt attention on his face. When he speaks again, he points first to Cyan, and then to himself, "Chy-an aku [click]-ogok aku." Using the un-charred end of the branch, he first makes sure Cyan is watching, then taps at his chest before starting to scrape marks in the dust. "[click]-ogok togh."...
...and more...
Amazement.
...And then he stops, peering at the sketch, and taps a finger against the side of his head, "Yai! [click]-ogok nojk Chy-an... deku. Adcho djok." Aah! [click]-ogok sees Cyan... here. It's good....
Pain.
...[click]-ogok points, "Nojk Chy-an. [click]-ogok vek." - See Cyan. [click]-ogok sleeps. Where he points though, there is only a faint impression in the dust, partly occupied by a few shreds of long-dried fur....
And yes, joy.
...A trade then... to teach each other what they each know. And more?
"Chy-an aku Juchak adcho nongodo. Chy-an aku Juchak naka-[click] aku aku denok. Aku aku bokt. Juchak gocht." - Cyan and Juchak are friends. Cyan and Juchack walk same same ground. Same same sky. Juchak wants this.
"[click]-ogok veknojk aku aku Juchak nojk." - [click]-ogok will dream same same Juchak sees....
And awakenings.
Sighing, Cyan pauses. Then she sweeps a swath of burnt ochre down Denokad's flank.
"And you see," she whispers. "I hope." And she does. [click]-ogok has revitalized her hope: hope for them, hope for herself, hope for the Myriad Worlds.