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| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | But in the cleft into which the ancient outpost opened, the sun would not touch the shadows for some time yet - indeed, it rarely did, except during the very middle of the turn. Surrounded by high rock and open only to the north, it was well-protected from the heat of the day. Even before Shyriath' |
| - | {{wst> | + | Few actual crops would grow here; there was not enough soil. But some scraggly berry bushes held on, and, perhaps more importantly, |
| - | {{wst> | + | As he emerged from the door with Evrith trailing him, An-uxhwi regarded the animals as he had several times before while helping during chores, and wondered what they were. They reminded him enough of axtin, the beasts that his family had herded when he was a child, to be reassuring; there was a vaguely similar look to them, and similar habits. But these were shaggier, and more sure-footed; |
| - | {{wst> | + | When not out gathering other food, Shyriath stationed himself at the open end of the cleft, where he could peer over a lip of stone at that end to watch the landscape, while telepathically monitoring the beasts behind him, and - occasionally - nudging them away from trouble. He was there now, frowning at the approaching dawn. There was what appeared to be a caravan of some kind in the distance; but it was traveling mostly sideways, and would not approach the outpost without making a sudden change in direction. |
| - | {{wst> | + | As they approached, he said, without turning around, "Good morning." |
| - | == pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | " |
| - | {{wst> | + | It was perhaps giving undue weight to Shyriath' |
| - | {{wst> | + | In any case, it was perhaps the most empathetic thing An-uxhwi had ever exchanged with the mentalist, dampened to some degree by that it was largely a friendly curiosity rather than pity - but it marked the first time he was polling for more data on Shyriath' |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | " |
| - | {{wst> | + | He glanced back over his shoulder at the caravan, then turned to An-uxhwi again; he had some idea of what might have prompted the question. He twisted his head in a vague shrug. "There are very few safe places for any Chosen... or, as you might say, witch," |
| - | {{wst> | + | Even if I didn't fear that they might find me, a witch without that kind of refuge has to be careful." |
| - | {{wst> | + | Shyriath glanced at the slightly mournful expression that had taken root on Evrith' |
| - | == pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | That such a thing was possible was clear - Shyriath' |
| - | {{wst> | + | He couldn' |
| - | {{wst> | + | ...regardless. It was none of his business. He'd pried enough. |
| - | {{wst> | + | "We don't mean to impose," |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | "I suppose," |
| - | {{wst> | + | She nodded gravely. Shyriath didn't look surprised. "I had hoped," |
| - | {{wst> | + | " |
| - | {{wst> | + | Shyriath led them back inside, leaving his herd to their own affairs. While there had been, in the outpost' |
| - | == pinkgothic == | ||
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| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | "There will be," she said, "a person. A witch. I can't see them clearly, except that they appear in white - I don't know if that's their natural color or their garment. They will travel to the Citadel, as many witches have. And once there..." |
| - | {{wst> | + | "And the goal, I think, is to exterminate them - or to kill as many of them as they can. Many futures branch out from there, not all of them mutually exclusive. I see plagues unleashed, fires set raging through the jungles, the dead caused to rise and stalk the living. All this would be bad enough. But the takmar are many, and witches few, and there are many futures in which all this will not be enough to defeat them. |
| - | {{wst> | + | "And the figure in white will not allow the other takmar to win. If left with no other option, they will destroy the world to end them. And - I don't know how - they will find a way to call down the heavens on the world. Rocks, miles wide, smashing into the land and shattering all that lies beneath and around." |
| - | == pinlgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | " |
| - | {{wst> | + | It was a minor point of interest, of course. The greater, far more interesting question to pursue was: //What can we do to prevent this future?// An-uxhwi intended to ask it, but it was best to ask only one question at a time. Besides, the conversation would naturally flow that way. That was, after all, why there were talking about this subject in the first place.}} |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | "They wouldn' |
| - | {{wst> | + | Shyriath looked dubious. "In the sky? How would it stay up?" |
| - | {{wst> | + | " |
| - | {{wst> | + | Shyriath looked like he was about to ask what Evrith knew about things like that, but apparently thought better of it.}} |
| - | == pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | No, the claim seemed reasonable. An-uxhwi nodded thoughtfully. Then, calmly, contemplatively: |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | //"Ten cycles?"// |
| - | {{wst> | + | Evrith glared at him. " |
| - | {{wst> | + | "What I //can// do is leave a message for the figure in white, if I can find a place where they will be in the future. Something they can come across while there' |
| - | {{wst> | + | Shyriath stared in astonishment. "Leave a // |
| - | {{wst> | + | Evrith avoided his gaze. "I don't. But it's the best I've got." |
| - | == pinkgothic == | ||
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| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | He glanced questioningly at Evrith, who shrugged helplessly. "I wouldn' |
| - | {{wst> | + | "But I think a message addressed personally to the figure in white will have more of an impact, in any case, than one delivered by someone else. It's easy to ignore a warning from a stranger; it's harder to ignore one that's clearly been carved into rock a lifetime before your arrival." |
| - | == pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | That said, it was certainly better than //no message at all//. If Evrith couldn' |
| - | {{wst> | + | Out loud, he pondered: "Do you have a plan how to make its intended recipient unmistakable? |
| - | {{wst> | + | If the answer was ' |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | "But here and now, all of that's out of reach. I only know that it's an approach that //could// work, if it's done correctly." |
| - | {{wst> | + | She felt, now that she was actually explaining this to others, deeply uncomfortable with how thin it sounded, and Shyriath' |
| - | {{wst> | + | But it was a way, at least, to make herself useful.}} |
| - | ==pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | "Then we should pursue it, assuming we can find no better plan, and perhaps even if we do and it can be combined," |
| - | {{wst> | + | "Can we warn the figure' |
| - | {{wst> | + | "Can we do anything to inspire a social change in this... Citadel... that would prevent the conflict from arising in the first place, or otherwise considerably dampen it, so that the figure never reaches this level of desperation?" |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | Shyriath nodded, and looked at An-uxhwi. "You have to understand that the Citadel is a haven for witches. Everyone who lives there has either arrived there fleeing the rest of takmakind, or is descended from someone who did, and some very strong feelings have built up there. |
| - | {{wst> | + | "They don't like non-witches. And while they jealously keep the location of the Citadel a secret, there are a lot of them that resent having to hide from the world. The figure in white would have a ready audience there as it is; changing that would be no small feat." |
| - | {{wst> | + | Evrith added, "I could go there and try to change their minds. Many would listen to me as an oracle. But oracles can lie, and many would refuse to be persuaded. They would even prefer to believe that I had been sent as a spy. And there would be bloodshed - war. Possibly I would prevent the end of the world, but I would cause the end of the Citadel. |
| - | {{wst> | + | "And I do mean // |
| - | == pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | " |
| - | {{wst> | + | He glanced at Evrith with compassion. "I might not be able to follow you on such a quest, but know I would go as far as I could to aid you, if you were to go. You have my word." |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | " |
| - | {{wst> | + | She'd promised herself, at the beginning, that she would not go to the Citadel. She'd already known what might happen if she did. A cure, and the possibility of a long life, more likely awaited her there than anywhere else, and a possible end to the danger to the world - but what of the cost? |
| - | {{wst> | + | But here, now, she felt a need to reconsider the decision. How //did// the end of the world compare to the end of the Citadel? If she could save millions of lives at the cost of mere thousands, might that not be the correct choice? |
| - | {{wst> | + | One thing was for certain: to make that choice made the prospect of a cure utterly moot. Having to live long enough to make it, and to watch the consequences unfold - possibly even ensure that they unfolded - would be penance enough without having to dwell on it for another twenty or thirty cycles afterward. |
| - | {{wst> | + | Shyriath looked astonished. "You would seriously consider that?" |
| - | {{wst> | + | " |
| - | {{wst> | + | "But they' |
| - | {{wst> | + | Evrith, surely, could not read his mind, but perhaps she had seen the future in which he completed the statement. Regardless, she replied, " |
| - | {{wst> | + | She stared blankly into the future, then turned away from it. "I can try it," she added, "if I have to. But I want to try to leave the message before doing that." |
| - | ==pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | While Evrith and Shyriath both had their reservations regarding this Citadel, there was clearly some value in it, lest they would have been less reluctant to speak of the possibility, |
| - | {{wst> | + | "What other options do we have?" An-uxhwi asked, his tone suggesting that he was filing away both the message and Citadel ideas as firm plans that needed no immediate further discussion. "Since this person has yet to as much as hatch, might we yet influence her very creation somehow?" |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | Shyriath was repulsed by the idea, even if he understood the logic behind it. If destroying the Citadel might prove necessary to save the world, how could one rule out the price of a single life? But a civilization was an impersonal thing. Killing one, however deliberately, |
| - | {{wst> | + | Evrith looked no less troubled. To Shyriath' |
| - | == pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | Was it possible that in simply discussing this potential future, they were making it more likely? In any case, until he understood what upset the Oracle, it was perhaps best to quieten down. |
| - | {{wst> | + | "I would think," |
| - | {{wst> | + | " |
| - | {{wst> | + | " |
| - | {{wst> | + | An-uxhwi looked pensive as he said this, himself reflecting on his unlikely adventure so far. His heart ached to be back with his people - but he still owed Evrith his support and moreso, she deserved it. And she too was far from home, whatever ' |
| - | {{wst> | + | He glanced across at her, a hesitant encouragement in his expression, a respectfully silent offer to lend his ears and shoulders to her if she wanted either.}} |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | Evrith, by this point, was looking in the general direction of the table, but without any kind of focus. Apparently not registering An-uxhwi' |
| - | == pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | Unless, perhaps, he wanted to bring about the planet' |
| - | {{wst> | + | An-uxhwi cautiously and lightly nuzzled at Evrith' |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | [06:41.46] * Dread - "You seem disheartened," | + | {{wst> |
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| - | == pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | ...and there he was, scheming again. He caught himself and shook his muzzle. "I apologise; I did not mean to dwell on it. Let us rest for a while and find new energy to engage with this matter." |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | "I doubt I would have any chance at all without that help," she said. "But it all drains at me - everything. I don't know that there' |
| - | {{wst> | + | She stopped, and clamped her mouth shut, avoiding An-uxhwi' |
| - | == pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | "You are heroic, Evrith; you may discount your actions because they seem easier to you, as you can see where to go in the future, but you have given freedom to many of my people, you have given freedom to me, and now you are making a fervent effort to rescue a world containing many people who have done you much harm. |
| - | {{wst> | + | "I would not have thought to do these things; yet you chose to help me all the same. You have treated me with kindness, even when you were at your weakest and your state did not make it easy. If I deserve //your// help, you certainly deserve mine. You have done much more to earn it."}} |
| - | == Shyriath == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | "But I do - I know, eventually. And the knowledge, when I get it, makes me responsible, |
| - | {{wst> | + | "And intentions and reasons can only excuse so much. The ones who suffer don't know why, and most would get no peace, cast no less blame, if they did. And they shouldn' |
| - | {{wst> | + | Evrith had begun speaking faster and louder, and tears started to form in her eyes. "You understand? Even if we save the world, what will I have to do to it in the process? What unwanted futures will I hand to people? What if I really do have to take that step that means that some mother had to lose the life of her daughter? I can't ignore it - the possibility is there! It's //there//! It doesn' |
| - | {{wst> | + | And there was a sudden crack in Evrith' |
| - | {{wst> | + | The shield returned quickly, and the sensation winked out. But it was hard to escape the impression that, though the breach might have been momentary, the feelings were not; those had spent a long time in the making. |
| - | {{wst> | + | Evrith, entirely aware of her empathic exposure, made a shamed and anguished noise and jammed her face into her blankets.}} |
| - | == pinkgothic == | + | {{wst> |
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| - | {{wst> | + | When he finally spoke again, he only cemented the impression: "Have you not listened to me at all? ...I truly am left to wonder which part you are blind to - that you are doing the best you can, or that others refuse to bother even with that." There was no venom in his tone, just a deep astonishment. |
| - | {{wst> | + | "I am sorry the imperfect fates are visible to you, as they haunt you and I would rather they did not, but I cannot change that. But if you look at these situations and ask yourself //could you have done better//, and indeed, you clearly are asking yourself some semblance of such question, and if you turn up with your grasp mostly empty, what, then, are you berating yourself for? |
| - | {{wst> | + | "That you are not omnipotent? Not omnipresent? |
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| + | Mild confusion and reluctance tugged at his posture. " | ||
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| + | There was no petulance or annoyance in his voice, not as though he were trying to assert himself against some alternate universe' | ||
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| + | He surely cared about his family, both present and past, but the desert was known to be a harsh mistress - one grieved and one moved on, carrying the spirits and wishes of the dearest departed into the future. | ||
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| + | He sighed softly, at wit's end how to console someone who seemed hell-bent on contradicting her own advice. Perhaps it would simply have to run its course. Quietly, he draped his arms and wings over Evrith, to the degree the geometry and her willingness to tolerate it allowed.}} | ||
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| + | What he would have done, really, didn't matter. //She// had failed, because there had been a time when she hadn't done her best. They were dead because of //her//. | ||
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| + | Everyone else might die because of her. | ||
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| + | The feel of arms and wings surprised her, short-circuiting her downward spiral. She lifted her head out the blankets enough to give him a brief, uncertain look. //What was he-?// | ||
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| + | A brief look of anguished surprise crossed her face, and then she pressed her muzzle into his neck, silently weeping.}} | ||
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| + | His right forepaw traced down the back of her neck with a gentle touch, a bit uncertain in its pacing, in part out of the unexpected usefulness of his own gesture, in part because he was still perplexed about her state and unwillingness to listen to the very reason she herself espoused. | ||
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| + | In its place came a certain amount of embarrassment. She slowly pulled her face away from An-uxhwi, and muttered, " | ||
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| + | Then, softly, each word cautiously advancing: "Is it that different from a wound? I would think you need not apologise for bleeding from it. Perhaps, at some point, we may find the means to mend it. Much of our journey may be on foot - but perhaps some of it is also in our minds, and perhaps that will be just as difficult, for both of us, and just as important that we walk it together." | ||
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| + | He seemed firm with whatever emotion was driving him, but it did not seem to be any traditional form of love. It didn't quite seem to be blind reverence, either, with how much he was willing to argue with her. | ||
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| + | Perhaps he really had decided that she was his quest - that he would support her, regardless how it manifested. He kept his arms around her neck, loosely, cautious smile friendly. Vexing. More like an unruly disciple than a lover, certainly, with emotions occasionally orthogonal to her own. But definitely close, and likely trivial to pull closer, if she ever dared.}} | ||
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| + | Regardless, it was humbling. | ||
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| + | It was also (she felt unable to deny) something she almost certainly did not deserve, but it was becoming increasingly clear that she was going to receive it regardless, and probably would until one of them died - unless she dismissed him far more emphatically than she was willing to do. | ||
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| + | "I... would like that," she replied, slowly. And she meant it: it was very nearly the most comforting prospect she'd considered in the last three cycles. | ||
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| + | And perhaps... once her own mission had ended, and if she was still alive... perhaps then she could consider the futures possible with him.}} | ||
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