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dagas_isaTitle:Coming to conclusions
Word Count: 765
Rating: G
Summary: Rodion has come to his own conclusion. Now if he can get another Elite to agree with him.
"So," Yirith said, an Elder upon her hotel room bed, while Rodion walked through the doorway. "Tell me."
Rodion paced across the floor in front of her and stared at his hands, noting with some amusement, that his gloves still had ink on them, but he grew serious quickly. The plan marched across his eyes, to the soft rhythm of his foot steps. "You were right, Mier is the First Shadow. He is still sleeping."
"I didn't enlist your help to tell me what I already knew." Yirith flipped through the pages of provided reading, Zei's Book of Flowers, but seemed to pay no attention to the words.
"He remembers her." Rodion did not care for the drama. "That's why he cannot wake up. Her image still rests in his mind, and he won't let it go." He stopped his pacing, hoping that the room's stillness would calm his thoughts. He didn't need his vision to know the difficulties that came ahead. Yirith, for all her bluster, cared for her human position and the rules that bound her to the Sadiri.
Yirith pursed her lips together, narrowed her eyes. "So, make him forget." She slammed the book down. Yet, she knew the solution too, saw it as clearly as Rodion did. Denial was such an appealing force for Elites, and yet, it was too weak to stem off the inevitable.
"He won't." Rodion whispered. The memory of Mier, standing on the edge alongside the illusion of Natalia remained embedded in his mind. "He prefers annihilation to leaving her behind. He is...he is held trapped by the illusion of Natalia."
Yirith closed her eyes and looked down, the Shadow's cry. Rodion felt it too, the need to look anywhere but out, and show nothing. They waited in silence. The only noise came from the circulation of air through the ducts above. Yirith turned back, flipping through the Book of Flowers again, pausing at the illustrations, and reading script her human eyes had no familiarity with. Rodion waited, for the reaction, for the acceptance.
"You want us to try her?" Yirith said at last. "Do you know what this means? How many covenants this breaks? Against the First Shadows wishes, against his human wishes, even against Sadiri policy."
Rodion smirked at her priority, and then felt the earnesty grow in him. "If that's what it takes. What would Natalia want?"
Her sour expression never faded away. "It doesn't matter, if we can't find her. The Tou will not divulge her whereabouts, and thus we cannot pursue her. The Sadiri will leave for Medina within the next three days." Yirith lied. The humans might leave, but the moments Yirith could slip away, she would continue searching. At least Rodion would have if he were in her place.
The search would be unnecessary though because Rodion would divulge what the Kakkatou would not, for the sake of the future. "The Kakkatou took a group of people form this tower, and met with one of the wandering human groups: the Chimare, I believe this one is called. Natalia lives with them now."
Yirith dissolved, leaving Rodion in alone in her room for a few minutes, to study the artwork that covered the bare walls. One day, he could paint like that, so many shades of gray used to portray the landscape. Of the whole world waiting, he could start outside his house, in the forests. Perhaps stay in Utame for a while. The world grew--
"I have found her." Yirith just appeared, fully formed and functional. Just her presence in the room drew Rodion out of his thoughts. "I will take this to Zara. She will decide what to do."
Rodion walked to the door. With Yirith's knowledge, he had nothing more to do here. "Very well. I take my leave." The tips of his fingers touched the door handle, and he pressed it experimentally.
"Rodion?" Yirith said at last. "If Natalia chooses to search for Mier. You will help her."
"I will see this through." Rodion promised. "After all," there was a faint note of pride in his voice, "I am the only one looking at this objectively." The door opened to the rest of the tower, his own unfamiliar territory. Returning home would be faster, if he dissolved into his natural form, but he hesitated to leave his human body.
Yirith's voice caught up to him on the way out. "No, you are not at all objective regarding this."
In the hallway, he immediately returned to his Shadow form. He needed to be away from here quickly.
Word Count: 765
Rating: G
Summary: Rodion has come to his own conclusion. Now if he can get another Elite to agree with him.
"So," Yirith said, an Elder upon her hotel room bed, while Rodion walked through the doorway. "Tell me."
Rodion paced across the floor in front of her and stared at his hands, noting with some amusement, that his gloves still had ink on them, but he grew serious quickly. The plan marched across his eyes, to the soft rhythm of his foot steps. "You were right, Mier is the First Shadow. He is still sleeping."
"I didn't enlist your help to tell me what I already knew." Yirith flipped through the pages of provided reading, Zei's Book of Flowers, but seemed to pay no attention to the words.
"He remembers her." Rodion did not care for the drama. "That's why he cannot wake up. Her image still rests in his mind, and he won't let it go." He stopped his pacing, hoping that the room's stillness would calm his thoughts. He didn't need his vision to know the difficulties that came ahead. Yirith, for all her bluster, cared for her human position and the rules that bound her to the Sadiri.
Yirith pursed her lips together, narrowed her eyes. "So, make him forget." She slammed the book down. Yet, she knew the solution too, saw it as clearly as Rodion did. Denial was such an appealing force for Elites, and yet, it was too weak to stem off the inevitable.
"He won't." Rodion whispered. The memory of Mier, standing on the edge alongside the illusion of Natalia remained embedded in his mind. "He prefers annihilation to leaving her behind. He is...he is held trapped by the illusion of Natalia."
Yirith closed her eyes and looked down, the Shadow's cry. Rodion felt it too, the need to look anywhere but out, and show nothing. They waited in silence. The only noise came from the circulation of air through the ducts above. Yirith turned back, flipping through the Book of Flowers again, pausing at the illustrations, and reading script her human eyes had no familiarity with. Rodion waited, for the reaction, for the acceptance.
"You want us to try her?" Yirith said at last. "Do you know what this means? How many covenants this breaks? Against the First Shadows wishes, against his human wishes, even against Sadiri policy."
Rodion smirked at her priority, and then felt the earnesty grow in him. "If that's what it takes. What would Natalia want?"
Her sour expression never faded away. "It doesn't matter, if we can't find her. The Tou will not divulge her whereabouts, and thus we cannot pursue her. The Sadiri will leave for Medina within the next three days." Yirith lied. The humans might leave, but the moments Yirith could slip away, she would continue searching. At least Rodion would have if he were in her place.
The search would be unnecessary though because Rodion would divulge what the Kakkatou would not, for the sake of the future. "The Kakkatou took a group of people form this tower, and met with one of the wandering human groups: the Chimare, I believe this one is called. Natalia lives with them now."
Yirith dissolved, leaving Rodion in alone in her room for a few minutes, to study the artwork that covered the bare walls. One day, he could paint like that, so many shades of gray used to portray the landscape. Of the whole world waiting, he could start outside his house, in the forests. Perhaps stay in Utame for a while. The world grew--
"I have found her." Yirith just appeared, fully formed and functional. Just her presence in the room drew Rodion out of his thoughts. "I will take this to Zara. She will decide what to do."
Rodion walked to the door. With Yirith's knowledge, he had nothing more to do here. "Very well. I take my leave." The tips of his fingers touched the door handle, and he pressed it experimentally.
"Rodion?" Yirith said at last. "If Natalia chooses to search for Mier. You will help her."
"I will see this through." Rodion promised. "After all," there was a faint note of pride in his voice, "I am the only one looking at this objectively." The door opened to the rest of the tower, his own unfamiliar territory. Returning home would be faster, if he dissolved into his natural form, but he hesitated to leave his human body.
Yirith's voice caught up to him on the way out. "No, you are not at all objective regarding this."
In the hallway, he immediately returned to his Shadow form. He needed to be away from here quickly.
