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1. [DL-W] Finding the Center
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 10:01:44 -0500
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] Finding the Center
[DL-W] Finding the Center
Day 17
Early Morning
Ash'chenon's apartment
Faces. Voices. Sounds. A storm, a whirling tornado
of people and dragons and memories. Nothing tied
together; nothing made sense. Until, at last, he realized
that it was a dream, that he had slipped once again
into unconsciousness. Slowly, he crawled back into
the light, came back to himself.
**Ash?** Wyndamenth's response was immediate.
*I... passed out again?* Ash thought. A rueful smile
crossed his face. *No one came.*
**You told me not to call them,** came Wyn's thought.
*When?*
**Almost the moment you fell.**
Ash felt along his back and arms; yes, there would
be a pretty bruise on his elbow. *I must have been
in a dream.*
**You were insistent,** Wyn thought. **It sounded
real. You told me not to.**
*It's all right, Wyn.* He could feel the cacophany of
voices and thoughts and communication starting to
close in again; but if he had a few moments peace
upon waking, then he could work on doing it all the
time. Simple. Other telepaths had to learn this.
But he needed space. *We're going, Wyn. Off by
ourselves.*
**Of course, my heart.** She paused as emotion
flooded Ash's body, as another rueful smile crossed
his face. **What is it?**
*Nothing. You've rarely called me that. I can feel it,
even from here.* He took a moment to compose
himself. *Let me get dressed. We need to get out of
here.*
***********
Late Afternoon
It was a small, secluded lake up in the heights. It was
-the- lake, the one in which Solaris had fallen so many
years ago, the place he had just dreamed about. The
water was as clear as ever; his dragon's bones were
white against the dark lake bed. But the voices, the
constant din, they were gone.
**Of all the places we could have gone, we had to
come here?**
* I wanted to see him.*
[I wanted to see me, too. I still look good.]
*As if I would listen to... yes, Sol, you still look good.*
**What will you do here?** Wyn asked.
*Meditate. Think. Practice.*
[Don't you get enough of that already?]
*Apparently not. Wyndamenth...*
**I know. Don't let down my guard.**
He drew his sword, paused a moment to inspect the
blade and the jade hilt. The milk-green stone had been
fa****oned into the likeness of a serpent; it was a very old
sword, yet the hilt still held only a few scratches and the
blade had the mirror sheen that only came from decades
of care. He struck a beginning stance, Viper coming up
to a guard position; then he moved into a sirado form
as old as the art itself.
Hours later, now in a cross-legged position, he opened
his eyes. He had had Wyndamenth and his Solaris-voice
both in his head, trying to be as distracting as they could,
for a long time now; finally, he was getting the hang of
blocking the voices out.
It strengthened the bond between Wyndamenth and
himself, he noticed; exploring the link between them, he
noticed early that she was extremely worried, worried
that it was the development of this ability that had
let them communicate.... not the bond between dragon
and rider.
*I told you this when it happened,* he thought. *It's
different. I can feel the difference. I remember the bond
with Solaris. We have that bond.*
**You say that,** Wyndamenth replied, perturbed.
*I know it.*
**What are we going to do now?**
*Go back.* Ash shrugged, suprised a little by the tone
in his head; Wyndamenth was getting moody. *It will
be all right, Wyn. What's wrong?*
**I'm beginning to like Whiteriver,** she thought back.
**I'm not going to like leaving.**
*There are many who will want us gone.*
**They'll listen.**
*I know of a few who won't.*
[And you know what you'll have to do to convince them.]
*Perhaps. It's dangerous.*
A smile-thought. [So?]
Ash sighed.
**What? What will you have to do?**
*Confront them. Come on, Wyndamenth. Let's go home.
I'm getting hungry... and we'll be lucky if Avid hasn't
pounced on someone by now.*
Summary:
Early morning: Ash'chenon wakes and takes off with
Wyndamenth to overcome the effects of telepathy;
after a day of practice, they return.
Respectfully submitted by:
Allen Veazey
veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
'chenon and Wyndamenth
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