Sunlit Grove

 

The little clearing was lit with bright sunbeams that filtered through the spruce canopy. The golden light illuminated mossy terrain and small rock outcroppings. It dappled the simple cairn at the side of the clearing, itself grown over with reaching lichens. Caught in their finite world of the beams were dancing mites, barely there but for movement. A pair of large yellow butterflies lazily flapped their way across the open woods, to all appearances aimless in their flight. There, on the gently-warmed rock and moss, Telon and his apprentice sat in meditation. The day had proved clear and beautiful, if not as hot as might be expected for such bright sun. The two traveling scholars felt totally refreshed, having left the manipulations of Angelica well behind.

They had paid thanks to their driver near the summit of Mt. Etan, as he had business in the local township and planned to remain in the summitlands for the day. The larger glen township of Mont-Clair was near enough, and Telon figured they could hire passage onward from there, so they took a moment to sit and regroup. The two had still not had a chance to talk properly since reuniting, and Ayleah could tell Telon had something important to share with her. They found a quiet open space on the north peak and sat in the pleasant air to discuss more details of their separate adventures. Ayleah told Telon of the attack at the trailhead and her interaction with the man in black and his mirrors. She told him about Kae-ri and the various strange occurrences in her life over the past eight or ten moons. Telon listened with great interest, and told her in his turn of what he had been practicing at Burnt Rock. He spoke of how he had been transported there, and what he had gotten out of being able to study in such a power-saturated place. He seemed to start to say something else, but then suggested they both meditate for a short while and regather their energies.

-

Ayleah was the first to break the silence.

“What made you first take an interest in me?” she asked the blue-robed one across the rock from her.

Telon's mind flashed back to the marketplace at Silver Shores. He thought of how Davai had seemed to already know much of this would happen. “We shared a dream the night after I arrived at your village. We saw each other in the market square, and I think marked each other at that time. There is an innate automatic power people have in their gaze, and when two who have heightened sensibilities make contact...”

“But I wasn't very aware of all that at the time, I only learned most of the energetic stuff at the Sanctuary.” Ayleah cut in. “What is it about me that makes people see me as special?”

Telon glanced away, and looked back again with a faint smile. “You're exceptionally well-connected to, and perceptive of the energetic realm.”

Ayleah looked skeptical. “There are scholars that are far more in tune than I am though. Just by their capabilities, if nothing else. Whatever 'prodigious' power I might have, it still pales in comparison to someone like you or the head sages at the Dome. I've never been to the Queen Cities, but I'm sure there are powerful people there as well.”

“There is a difference.” the blue-robed scholar explained. “I am skilled, yes, at working with the world. I, and many of my colleagues are very good at working with reality, and knowing how to flow alongside and through its patterns. You though, are more powerful than I think you realize. In your efforts to understand and work with reality, you are actually actively shaping it to fit your energies.” He paused here for a breath, and began again with a new tone. “Remember a through-line in all your teachings: we are not separate from the world, but an integral piece of it. It is important for the scholars to understand that we are a part of reality so that we can direct and steer our intentions harmoniously. For us, learning to work with reality is like learning to control a boat on a river. You though, act as a nexus upon that river, pulling the surrounding currents in to support your direction. It's actually quite incredible, and I have yet to meet another with that innate sort of connection and power.”

“What are you saying? I'm not an elemental, like Kae-ri though. I'm...human...-solid-whatever!”

Telon's voice became gentle, but his faint smile had returned. “True, true, but you're not not an elemental.”

Ayleah had the strange sensation of her world collapsing into the space of her consciousness and at the same time her awareness expanding to fill the whole world. It was a fragile but strangely liberating feeling.

“How...how have I been shaping my reality?” she asked, when she was finally able.

“Have you ever heard of the literary device called the Hero's Journey?” Telon replied. “It can be found in uncountable works of mythology and fiction as a basic framework for the story. Some main character embarks on a journey of symbolic self-discovery. Along the way they meet with a mentor, they engage in a series of ordeals in a special world, or one different from their own. Eventually, they gain a certain mastery and ascend back into their “ordinary world” as a sort of glorious homecoming. The story has roots in reality, but it is not intended to perfectly mirror reality. Real lives do not work out as tidily as those of our fictional stories.

Ayleah had the sense of a burgeoning realization. An idea was just now sparked by Telon's description of the literary device. “Wait, do you mean you think I've been creating my own destiny?” she asked.

“Well, we all create our own destiny,” Telon said, “but you seem to do so in a more literal sense. It is subtle, but so are all the ways of energy until they come down right upon our heads. I, Jaen, and most of the others in your life have unwittingly played a role in your story. Your energy is powerful enough that it has pulled their flows around yours at key moments for the service of the destiny you sought. Whether or not you knew it consciously, you placed yourself on this path and the world complied. Your power Ayleah, is in your story. It is an overlooked fact that stories are life; stories create life. Your curiosity has given birth to a story which has actually shaped a bit of the world. That is a direct power that the scholars of the Queen Cities would do anything to possess.”

The feelings of destruction and expansion increased in Ayleah. The more she wrapped her mind around the concept, the more incredible it seemed, and yet it explained every decision she had made since she could remember. Times when she had acted seemingly against the character of her being, times when she had acted impulsively, with no thought except a feeling that the action needed doing. She struggled with the idea that her life could be so pre-programmed and yet be decided by her own intentions. How could she be free and as powerful as he was saying if she was tied to a destiny that pulled everyone else in to its current? She felt pulled and pushed at the same time, boxed in and exploded all over the mountainside. Everything felt resolved, but dispersed into chaos at the same time. She felt lost, and a tear wet the top of her cheek. She blinked, and shook her head slightly. “It doesn't...make sense.” she managed.

Telon's reply held the utmost compassion. “The most profound parts of life often remain paradoxes even when we reach a full understanding of them. I tell you these things only so that you have a fair chance. Knowing the truth of how you are is the only way of having a chance to decide differently. I believe in you Ayleah, especially after what you've told me about your travels. I believe you can use your power for whatever destiny you want. And if you see this story out to the end, I think you'll do well too.”

Ayleah looked back at him, feeling bolstered by the peacefulness of her surroundings. Telon continued: “The question put before you now, before us, is this: What do we wish to do, now that we have this knowledge?”

Ayleah shut her eyes, listening to the forest and the sounds of the mountain township wafting through the trees. She felt the breeze, and noted for not the first time its curious lack of warmth. A minute passed in silence, maybe more, but when she opened her eyes she saw Telon had been meditating as well. She looked at him and he opened his eyes. “There's somewhere I have to be, some moment I'm needed for, isn't there?”

Telon softly nodded.

After the two had left the clearing and begun their way down the mountain to the village glen, a large yellow butterfly landed on the mossy cairn. It slowly waved its wings a couple times before taking off and continuing on its way. The golden sunlight shone on the cairn and its lichen as it had for many days since, and as it would for many days to come.

Escape

 

Ayleah woke with a start from swiftly-fading dreams. Dawn had not come yet; the room was still dark, but something else had brought her up her awareness. For a moment her mind strayed half in the remembrances of the dream that had been there before and half in the concrete reality. Telon was leaning over her, urging quiet, and for her to get up and dressed. It took a second for her to figure out that this was part of the concrete and not a reclaiming of sleep and its images.

“Quickly now, I don't know what alerts she may have put about the cottages.” His whispered voice cut through her stupor, and suddenly her memory was vivid with the threat from the previous afternoon. As she heard Telon's steps leave the room, she sprung into action, but found her traveling clothes at the ready, and the rest of her belongings already packed and neatly by the door. In the dark room, Ayleah moved with a quietude of mind and body. She knew haste was needed, but also that she should be careful with her energy. A person such as Angelica had sensitivities. Not only would she know if someone nearby had awakened, but Ayleah thought she could probably sense it from anywhere on this summit. One had to pull one's own energy close about their person, releasing it in a measured way through their actions. Normally, a person's energy vibrated out in all directions, with concentrations only based on their intentions and movements. To remain more covert, one had to control that energy, limit it to the skin level, and release the excess in targeted places where it could be absorbed softly and without notice. It felt a bit like holding your breath, and required a subtlety of bearing and self-awareness. Ayleah considered it quite fortunate that the practice had come up in the course of her previous education.

When she stepped outside, closing the door gently behind her, Telon was immediately by her side. He shone softly in the darkness like a door of indigo among the shadows, his hood up and nearly covering any sight of his eyes. He gestured to Ayleah that she should stay silent and keep very close to him. As they made their way through the night-cloaked village, Ayleah sharpened her senses. The houses and ruins were quiet, and it seemed too still for as nice a night as it was. No moon lit the sky, but the stars glowed brilliantly, winking around the dark shapes of the fir trees. It would have almost made her breathe easier if there were some mysterious rustling in the bushes or movement in the black branches. It was only when they had fully left the old burn-scarred clearings that something did scurry away from their path.

The two of them walked for the rest of the night, keeping to their agreed-upon silence. Ayleah worked to keep up with Telon's long strides, which seemed to carry them along faster than she would have thought. An upcoming landmark on the road that looked to be at least twenty steps away would be reached in no more than five. Ayleah had noticed before how things often looked different at night. Colors faded to gray-scale with the lack of light, but distance, and speed also felt funny. Moving through a landscape at night always felt faster than in the day. She wondered if perhaps it had to do with a loss of proper distance perception. Without the play of shadows and color she could not tell as well how far away things were. Telon did naturally take long steps though, and when they finally stopped to rest a bit her legs were glad of the pause.

Telon didn't dare stop though until the two of them had passed beyond the immediate bubble of Angelica's peak-bound aura. At a small seep that divided the land, as the sky was barely beginning to light, they took a break. As Ayleah watched Telon set about recovering his energies from the effort, she thought about the relation scholars had to the land. There were plenty of people who lived right with the land, and engaged in practices that were more nitty-gritty and druidic in nature. True druids did live in these mountains as well, and any number of hermetic witches and farmers with a family background of spellcraft in one form or another. The scholars like Telon though pointed to a deeper sort of work, and a deeper truth to the matter. The scholars engaged with the land through theory and esoteric ritual. They communed with the land's energies without fully immersing themselves in its rawness. It was as if they sought inner knowledge of the world, of which those druidic powers of the dirt were too close to perceive. Ayleah watched as Telon took water from the spring. He took some and filtered it for their use, but then also placed a drop on his forehead and one on his heart. He took dry dirt from the forest floor and let it drop in the light breeze, then smudged the wet spot off his forehead with one finger. To work with the land is to also work with oneself, she thought. To respect the land is to understand that we are a part of it as well. If we want to use or tie to its energies we must understand and respect our own. We must think about how our energies come together, where their intentions lie, and how that combined intentional power will affect and mix with those of the natural kinds. Land-craft is just as much a kind of “self-craft” as any of the other scholarly disciplines, despite its outwardly focused nature. The truth was this: that all people worked and lived in this relationship, not just the scholars, witches, and hermits. Ayleah could see that everyone had a connection to land, even if just to the small plot on which they live. The land supports everyone, and gives energy to everyone through resistance and growth. In this way all people are engaged in the magical relationship, whether they know it or not.

Once the sun had risen, the two scholars were able to hitch a ride further north with a driver bound for Mt. Etan. He was out early, and had frankly just been glad to hear they had no business down the southward road. In the back of his work-truck there was an air of security, and Ayleah found herself able to get in some of her missing hours of sleep. Telon remained on a passive alert, but inwardly was glad of the chance to relax. He let out a sigh as they climbed the next hill, fully immersed now in the energy of a different mountain. Outside, a pretty spruce forest passed, intermingled with the yellow-green tops of birches and maple against a thinly-clouded sky.

The Woman in White

 

It was morning again, and Ayleah woke from another restful night in her quaint stone cottage. The dawn was clouded, with damp mist clinging to the inn-village. Breakfast, though cozy and comforting, was a fairly quiet affair. Jaen and the brothers Ravael were still in their rooms, and Ayleah sat at the table with Meral, meditating on the curls of steam that rose gently from the cups between them. Ayleah couldn't say she particularly liked the taste of the tea, but it did have a wakening effect on her mind. She wondered what they would do today, and if she would get any time alone with Telon. They had not really had a chance to talk at all the previous day, busy as they were with Angelica and the group.

“Why did we stay here another night?” The soft question from Meral brought her out of her thoughts.

“Hm? I thought you said yesterday: you enjoyed the extra time hanging out with the larger group, and you all seemed happy to help out with the gardening. I enjoyed it myself, it was good to be back working with plants.”

“Yeah, that's all true, for sure. But, Ayleah, we never do this. My brothers always like to stay on their schedule and keep moving, unless something's broken or we're so tired that we really need the break. Also, there was nothing urgent about that gardening. When you think back on it, it almost seems like Angelica had to find things for us to do.” her tone had turned curious, almost conspiratorial. Their host had not been seen yet that morning, but Meral glanced around just to be sure. “What do you think about her Ayleah? You seem to have a good read on people.”

Ayleah knew exactly what Meral was talking about, and had just opened her mouth to say so when the woman in question entered the room. She was wearing the white flowing clothes that she usually seemed to wear during casual times of the day, and greeted the two at the table with a soft warmth. Soon after Telon and the others joined them, and conversation turned to superficial matters.

The morning flew by quickly, and Ayleah could not get a moment alone with Telon. Sometime after breakfast though, Jaen managed to get a moment with her.

“Ayleah, I've come to say that I'll be leaving today with the Ravaels. I wanted to see through your quest, but now that you've reunited with your mentor you certainly won't need me around. If I don't get a chance before we leave, let me say that it has been great to know you, and I hope to see you again among these mountains.”

She looked at him, touched by the moment and his simple sincerity. “Oh Jaen, thank you for everything you've done to help me get here. I do hope we meet again someday.” She hoped he could tell from her gaze that she did mean the words as she spoke them.

Come midday, the Ravael siblings had their transport ready and insisted on taking their lunches for the road. They said that they had had a lovely time, and thanked Angelica for all her hospitality, but also that they were already behind schedule and needed to make a certain distance by nightfall. Their midday departure with Jaen had been decided beforehand, but Angelica still seemed mildly disappointed that they were not staying to eat as a group. Nevertheless, she waved them goodbye with a smile as their van trundled out of the clearing.

-

After lunch, Angelica finally made her case to Ayleah. Telon had gone off somewhere, and it was quiet about the inn in the energetic lull after the van's departure.

“Telon's told me that you were a very promising apprentice in your time together. I hear that you're quite adept at sensing natural energies.”

Ayleah felt wary by the conversation opener, but answered frankly. “I've learned a lot from Telon, and I hope to continue to do so. I enjoyed my classes at the Sanctuary, but he always brought a different perspective to the ideas. He's actually quite wise for his age.”

“Well so are you,” Angelica countered, “You're even younger than him, and I can tell you have even more potential to shape this world.”

Ayleah was confused now. The turn had come so suddenly that she didn't even know if her defenses should be raised. “What do you mean by that?” she said.

Perhaps she realized the error, but Angelica paused and then softened her tone. “You should stay for a while and learn with me!” She said it almost as a lark; a sudden joyful realization. “Oh, but we could be so amazing together! I know so much about these mountain energies, and you have such an innate talent for them as well. If we worked together we could help to shape them and grow their power. We could use our combined power to influence this whole region for the good! I've been working with Telon, but he's so...different from me, and our energies don't blend as well. They were right though, you are a spark!”

Ayleah didn't even think to ask who she meant in her efforts and excuses to leave. The energy in the room had shifted dramatically in a short time and she felt suddenly coiled upon. “Thank you, but no.” she said, reaching for the door. “I think I-I know where I should be.” As she left the house she could hear the last thing Angelica said to her back. “You say you know many things, but you don't even know the potential there is right here, between us.”

-

A short while later, as she was writing in her journal, Ayleah's mind still rung with the words of the woman in white. “Don't you want to be a true witch of reality?” the words said. “Don't you want to live up here in paradise shaping the world beyond?” Angelica had power, but not enough to do what she really wanted, which was...what? She said she wanted to shape lives for the better; to shape the energies of the world for the benefit of all. Ayleah did not want that weight on her shoulders. It was maybe for no other reason that she had rejected Angelica's offer. It was that 'maybe' that scared her a little bit.

Telon found her there, on the edge of a ruined patio. Ayleah had gone a good distance out from the village center, seeking privacy for her reflections. She did not mind the blue-robed scholar's presence though. She had been thinking of him anyway.

“Ho there my friend, may I join you?” he said, casting a look over the old foundation and weed-choked stones. Ayleah looked up and closed the book. “I had just finished.” She stood up, and a small bird somewhere announced the motion. “Wait, is it actually just the two of us finally? I feel like I've been in a whirlwind the past day and a half.”

Telon chuckled. “Yeah, same. It's almost as if someone wants to keep us busy.”

She joined Telon and they began walking down an overgrown side road. Ayleah told her mentor about Angelica's proposal, and about how she had turned it down. She had begun to tell him about her experiences with Kae-ri as well, when they saw Angelica approaching from the opposite direction. She was walking casually, holding a large basket into which she seemed to be gathering herbs and tree-parts for her various concoctions. Ayleah noted though that she was wearing her closer-fitting work clothes, as if ready for more serious efforts.

“Well met, good hostess.” Telon said when they did so on the path. Due to her familiarity though, Ayleah heard the note of defense behind his voice; the scholar was on edge by her chance appearance. He wasted no time in cutting to the unspoken point, but outwardly his tone was the essence of lightheartedness. “Do I hear correctly that you've been trying to steal my apprentice away?”

There was no way the question came as a shock to Angelica, but she blinked, almost looking offended. “No, of course not sir, I merely offered that we could do a lot of good together, if she wishes.”

The feeling in the grove had become oppressive. The light that shone through the branches was weirdly stale, and the birdsong had quieted. It was Ayleah's turn. “I've already told you, I am satisfied with the mentor I have now. I have no wish to leave his practice, and no wish for the power you offer.”

Angelica's voice was deadly calm. “I could keep you here you know, if I wanted. It would be more amenable if you wanted to stay of your own will, but I'm sure you would eventually learn to love this place anyway as much as I have.”

The exposed bedrock about the roadsides pulsed softly with light. The oppression closed in and Ayleah felt as if there were no outside world anymore. Everything beyond this rocky peak could very well be a myth. She knew it was only a show of force and tried to keep her focus.

Angelica continued: “I don't know who that other was, that black-cloaked figure who tried to capture you before, but I can assure you I am a much greater power than he, especially on my rocks.”

“They are not wholly yours at the moment though, my lady.” Telon had stepped forward with a commanding air. At his word the light of the rocks dimmed, and even the sky seemed cloudier. “I have learned much from you, white Angelica, and now I say that you will not challenge me, even here. I know your energies better than you should have let me know them. You will not succeed in keeping us here, and you will not take Ayleah from my tutelage.”

Angelica let her energy fall, and the birdsong began again. “We shall see, we shall see in time my blue one.” She walked past them as if nothing had happened. “I do insist you at least stay for tonight though: it is too late in the day to begin traveling. We will...revisit the topic in the morning.”

Gardening

 

Their morning proceeded lazily, the night having been so very restful. Their host, an accommodating though slightly reserved woman named Angelica, provided the group with a simple breakfast in the communal hall. The food was so plentiful and fresh that it was clear there was a farm somewhere on this peak. Ayleah vaguely wondered where it was, and who tended the crops, as she could not recall seeing any signs of agriculture on their way into the old village. The day ahead promised answers though. It was sunny again, but lately the clear days were not quite as hot as had been expected. The weather in general had been wonderfully less humid, and Ayleah suspected it had to do with the mountain elevation. Feeling the sun on her skin in recent days, she had tried to remember the last time she had been uncomfortably hot outside. It had probably been as long ago as her time at Bartlett Falls, but she couldn't be sure.

Finishing breakfast, the Ravael siblings declared their intention to stay at the peak for the day. The attitude among the group was bright, reflective of the rest and the good weather. They figured it was a good chance to take a day off from their journey, and were excited at the idea of helping out with the garden chores. Angelica humbly but gladly welcomed the extra hands, and the whole of them spent the morning out at an herb garden, digging and planting the rows. The source of the food was quickly discovered: Angelica tended extensive vegetable gardens, utilizing the sprawl of former neighborhood back yards. The plots were small enough that a single person could reasonably keep them, but plenty large for hosting visitors. Ayleah's hands felt good getting back into soil, though the dirt here was not quite as nice as on the Little Abe farm. Telon too, had become accustomed to being hands-on in his studies of the land and appreciated the experience. As they worked together, the two of them were also able to talk a little, though Telon seemed guarded whenever their host was present.

“Ayleah, I am, truly sorry for any distress I may have caused by not keeping in contact. I should have told you at least about my mission, but I honestly, I thought I would be back much sooner. It was supposed to be just a fact-finding visit to the scholars at Abrahim, and then I would have returned straight back to the Sanctuary.

“Hm, funny, I wouldn't have learned much of anything if that were the case.”

“Why didn't you ever report? Have you been here the whole time?” Ayleah glanced around at the lush gardenscape and surrounding woods. She hadn't meant the question to be quite as sharp as it had sounded.

Telon passed over the energy easily enough. “Yes, for the most part I have been here, honing my skills in Landcraft, and learning what I can from the lady in white.” He glanced over towards Angelica, who was away for a moment gathering watering implements. Still, Telon kept his voice low.

“Angelica has a way of keeping herself isolated. She may seem welcoming, especially to us, but she is not to be fully trusted. I do not think she is welcoming to all, and she uses her own discernment in such matters. There is a power about this place, put there by her doing. I think she truly means it as a protection, but it also means we are all inside the bubble here. The isolation goes for anyone on this peak, and no standard communication can go out. The roads around are treacherous, as you probably saw, and locals shun this place out of superstition. It was only after working to increase my abilities, and through very deep concentration that I was able to reach out to you a few days ago.”

While he had been speaking, Ayleah had looked for the hostess in white as well. When she saw her, their eyes met for half an instant; she had been watching the two of them from across the planted clearing. Ayleah went back to her work as if nothing had happened. “How did you know I was at Lincoln Peak that day?”

Telon smiled, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Pure blind luck actually.” He took a drink of water and picked up the shovel again. “Well, I did have a dream. I usually don't put too much stock in them. I know you're supposed to; at least, Davai and the others back at the dome would always go on about how important dreams are. In the dream I saw you rising, like a bright little sun, over Mt. Abrahim. You were coming over the peak, striding, but also floating upwards, like a weird glowing balloon. You see, this is why I can never take them seriously, because it just sounds weird when you say them out loud.

“Anyway, I was meditating off away from the old village, as I like to do, when I thought maybe I'd try to contact you. With enough concentration in zero-point, I was able to just barely sense your energy. I couldn't tell where you were, or even if my efforts were having any effect. I'm glad enough of my intentions came through.” he stopped again and looked at her. “I'm glad you made here. There are things that I want, need to discuss with you.” His tone brightened instantly as he saw Angelica approach. “And I want to hear about your journeys! It seems you may have been in the mountains a while now looking for me, I'd love to know what you've gotten up to.”

After lunch, they dispensed with the work and took the afternoon for relaxation. Ayleah looked forward to her promised chat and proper reunion with Telon. He intended to take her for a short tour of the Burnt Rock groves while they shared their findings and musings from each others travels. However, as they started out, Angelica insisted that she join, saying she wished to take the opportunity to get to know Telon's promising young apprentice. Her company was not opposed though, and the three of them had a satisfying enough time talking about Ayleah's travels to this point. They discussed the various woodland communities she had encountered along the way, and even speculated on the natures and relationships of various woodland energies.

Angelica found the combined energy of Ayleah and Telon delightful and stimulating. She greatly enjoyed having two such people of intellectual and energetic character at her inn: the type of philosophic conversation was missed when she was alone. Of note though was Ayleah's very brief account of the attack on her group at the trailhead by bandits. There was something about the story she could not put her finger on: something that was missing.

Ayleah had not shared the story of the mirror-trap, or anything of her experiences with Kae-ri. She was saving those for a moment alone with her mentor. Angelica had a friendly and open demeanor, but Telon was right, there was something about her that made her feel untrustworthy. There was definitely a feeling of mystery about the woman in white, and Ayleah noted that Telon never really shared anything in that conversation at all.

Reunion

 

A gigantic wall of stone, gray and weathered with unknown age, flung its shoulders high above the road. Disused after the fires, the old township's pulley systems had long rotted away. The cables and platforms lay deteriorated and reclaimed by nature. A small, handmade sign directed traffic instead onto a narrow climbing route that scaled the face of the granite summit cone. Just above a canopy of warm spruce trees lay the summitlands of Burnt Rock. They promised rest for the day, but also a reunion of lost friends.

Ayleah did consider Telon to be a friend, though their relationship had always been clearly one of student and teacher. Back at the Sanctuary he had been a source of comfort, always supporting her in her classwork and extracurricular studies. Understanding Landcraft required both in-class lecture time and practical field exercises, and he had been helpful at times in her learning. There had been others of her age in the classes, and she had been mostly friendly with her peers, but she always felt a separation from them. Most of them had come from a background in the cities, and had developed very different tastes and interests compared to her rural sensibilities. Telon however felt more similar to her than the others at the Sanctuary city. Though he had come from the Queen Cities, and was not a native of her own shores, Telon knew the energy of her people well. He understood the ways in which the rural lakeside people thought; what their land meant to them and how it influenced their life entire. He was a scholar, well read and wise for his relatively young age, but he was not of any order that appeared at the Sanctuary. The brown and green robes found his blue ones strange and, though there was never any ill-feeling, Telon had seemed as much if not more of an outcast than Ayleah herself.

When the blue-robed scholar had disappeared from the city and fields, Ayleah had lost her closest in-person confidant. It would have been at least reassuring if she had been told of his mission to Abrahim, but the head office of the Sanctuary had kept mysteriously quiet about the whole business. Ayleah wasn't fooled though: Davai's caginess in her presence was enough for her to suspect that he had been just as worried about Telon's lack of communication as she was.

Ironically in searching for her missing mentor, she had met others along the way who she could call friends as well. Whether or not they had a lasting place in her life, she could at least trust them for the time they had together. Sutton, Isak, the others at the farm, and Jaen. Jaen Bartlett, the rising son of a woodland royal line. She had been truthful with him that evening: there was an alternate universe in which Ayleah could see herself running off into these mountains with the young captain; staying and building a life among the peaks. It was not her path. Ayleah could not see the path in front of her, but she knew it was there, and could feel more and more each step of the way if it were under her feet.

The van jostled slightly, and a moment of tension passed through its occupants. Jaen had been driving today, giving a bit of a break to the lankier Ravael brother. The repulsar had been working well since the morning's repairs, but Jaen still preferred to guide it over the trickier bits of terrain himself.
Every once in a while he would pass advice to Nathan who sat beside him in the front.

“Now, remember to take it easy on that right side when coming down off a root ledge like this. If the landing zone isn't flat, that differential could knock it out of place again if you come down too hard.” Nathan, for his part, took the advice in stride and gave tips in equal measure back at Jaen, who had very little experience driving such a large capacity vehicle. “Watch your side clearance there! This ledge is barely wide enough for us. You gotta keep real precise with the tracking.”

The ledge angled up a sheer side of rough gneiss, narrowing until the way forward was no more than a goat path. When it seemed like they could not proceed any further, the road turned and entered an old tunnelway. As they passed through, they could see deep cracks in the rock, but all was stable, and the way was well-cleared. The passage led straight, steeply uphill, and brought them out to the open summit. Behind them the elephantine rock swelled casually under a crystal blue sky.

The van began to pass through the remnants of the burned-out village, and pulled up in a square where a few of the homes had been restored. Before the largest of the renovated houses stood a sign proclaiming food and lodging. About the entire mountain peak it seemed there was no sign of human life, but the yards and gardens around this square were thriving and definitely tended by someone. The inn had a cozy feeling to it, serenely beautiful and quaint in its presentation and décor. All about the late afternoon scene was a welcome relaxation. The Ravaels were thinking of the evening meal, and hoping that the food here would be of good quality. The extensive rock-fenced gardens behind the inn and around the village promised as such at least. Ayleah was thinking of dinner as well, but she had another goal in mind first. When she entered the house she scanned it right away for any signs of her mentor. They had knocked and been greeted immediately at the door by the innkeeper, a pleasant woman wearing flowing white clothing. She had welcomed them warmly, saying that guests had been rare lately and she was happy to provide them with cottages for the night. Jaen extended his courtesies along with the others, but remained wary: he knew what was on Ayleah's mind.

Meral and Nathan had just gone back outside to park the van and unload, when a door opened from a porch on the other side of the building. Ayleah had matured over the many moons since leaving her home, but still could not help but let out an exclamation when she saw the blue of the newcomer's cloak. Telon looked only momentarily bemused as he saw her across the room, and then smiled with a look that clearly said: 'Good. Now we can begin.'

Warning Signs

 

That next morning had not, in fact, turned out to be an easy one for the group. By the time they had finally left Birch Glen and were properly on the road it was well into the day and they were less two of their party. Fen had awakened most of them bright and early with muttered exclamations and an irritated air of packing. Apparently he had only just found that his companion was gone. The Plainfielder had departed sometime in the night, seemingly without wanting to be seen. Fen had heard Heln stir much earlier, but thought at the time that he was just getting up for a morning meditation. Once the color-master had risen himself and saw Heln's belongings missing, he became alarmed and was determined to set out after the Plainfielder at once. It was likely Heln was on foot, and Fen knew if he left before breakfast, he had a chance of catching up. He said this while packing, and with an apologetic eye to Thomas who, himself up early as usual, was beginning food preparations for the group. Though the evidence was scarce, Fen asserted that Heln had headed downhill, and off the mountain. The master seemed so sure of this fact, and was in a sour mood, so no one thought it prudent to ask him how he knew.

Ayleah and Jaen were both less concerned about Heln. His disappearance was odd, but they both knew enough of him to figure he was capable on his own. They also figured, though they did not vocally share this fact, that he must have had a good reason for his actions. There was no sign about the rooms of a struggle, and the bed he had been in the previous night was neatly made. He had been acting a little differently the past day or two, more reserved than usual. Perhaps he simple had some business he didn't want or need them to know about. Perhaps he had some business in which he didn't want Fen involved.

She had a strange sensation. It was almost as if she knew why he had left, but couldn't quite piece the strands of story together. They lay about her consciousness like errant threads, each containing a snapshot of information: a scene that lent some meaning to the whole. She could remember a dream from two or three nights ago. Heln had been standing with trees behind him, in a glade or something. She couldn't remember what had happened in the dream, but what stuck with her was the image of the dark Plainfielder wearing these eyeglasses made of pure light. The frames tingled with a sort of bright fire, gently lacing its way up and around...was it more or less of a dream than she thought? The vision shimmered and faded in her mind as she tried to grasp it. Ayleah rubbed her eyes and went back to what she was doing, trying to put the matter out of her head.

Jaen had behaved admirably that day, considering her rejection of him the previous evening. Still, he kept their interactions somewhat cordial and brief. Ayleah knew he just needed some time to feel and adjust his emotions, so she accepted this state of affairs. It did make her feel a little lonely though; the two male Ravaels were getting along so well with Jaen, and Meral was nice, but comparatively shy and not a very talkative travel companion. Now that the curiosity of Heln and Master Golbein had left the group, Ayleah was back to her own world. She looked forward to finally reuniting with Telon again. There was so much for them to talk about. A breeze picked up, rustling the canopy over their heads.

Ayleah's thoughts meandered back to Jaen, thinking that though she had turned down the future he offered, another would be lucky to take it up. It was partially thanks to him that they were moving at all. After breakfast Nathan had been inspecting the van only to find the back right repulsar wouldn't activate. It had been acting up for a while, but had held together until now. They were about to try and source a mechanic from the village, a dubious proposal, when Jaen stepped in with his expertise. He had experience with repulsar technology enough to be a hero when it counted in the wilderness.

Despite their usefulness, repulsars were still less popular than good old wheels in the more remote rural areas. The technology had more ways it could break down, and there were fewer people out here who knew how it worked. Those who did usually charged exorbitant fees to tourists who needed their services passing through. Folks like Jaen and his uncle Grive (and Isak too) who had more knowledge than greed were essential for sustaining the mobile infrastructure of these communities.

When they stopped for a rest Ayleah went off to talk with some of the local woods-people. The van had pulled over near a small farmers market in a high broad gap where the road crossed from one side of the mountains to the other. Speaking with one of the vendors, Ayleah asked how much farther it was to Burnt Rock. “Oh, ayuh, yer stayin' with Angelica are you? Not much further now, just uphill north from here.” The woodsman had a tone to his voice that intrigued Ayleah, and she took the bait: “I'm meeting a friend at Burnt Rock. Who is this Angelica?”

“Oh, well I guess you should know- that peak up there is all hers. She set up a while back in the ruined township and runs a sort of country inn. Seems nice enough, but the funny thing is nobody else's been back to settle above the ledge. Some folks say that she's the one that set the place on fire way back, but I know that can't be true. She's far too young and too...mild-mannered for that. It's just the, well, the energy up there. Nothing wrong with it, but it's maybe a little spooky. People say they see things that aren't really there: clouds of mist and mischievous sprites that lead them astray. Again, not saying there's anything terribly bad or evil about the place,” the woodsman rushed to conclude, in case he had been worrying this young woman, “Angelica's a fine host, just a bit of a strange character. Go and meet your friend, and be well, but maybe keep your wits close at hand when you get up to the peak.” I always do, thought Ayleah as she walked away. As she returned to the van, a cloud passed in front of the sun and a stronger gust of wind rustled the trees.

Looking out of the window while they rumbled along, an unusual movement caught her eye. The road had traversed along the side of the mountains all day, at first on the west and then on the east. To one direction the land sloped and folded, rising in hummocks and ever higher hills. On the other side it fell away, sometimes gently, sometimes steeply, but always angling farther and farther down into the green. In the distance on the downhill side the upper canopy of the trees eventually reached their eye-level. The road here near constantly gave a view out into the wide forest, and at the points where it crested above some ledge, the sight was quite wonderful. Mossy boulders appeared here and there among micro-forests of ferns and winding farm tracks. What caught her eye though was something falling. It was large, about the size of a dinner table, but very thin and without legs. Despite its size, it fell gently, swaying to and fro with the forest wind. As it turned Ayleah realized it was a leaf, curled and yellowed as if by some sickness. The contrast of its color with the green of the woods was stunning, but Ayleah felt a note of alarm in the back of her mind. The leaf was light enough in its dried state: it wouldn't harm anything when it hit the ground, unless someone happened to be standing in that exact spot. What concerned her intuition was the cause, she had never known leaves to change color in this way except in times of terrible blight or drought. The yellow-brown of a dried leaf was usually a warning signal in nature. Of all the times for the color-master to have left...

Angelica

 

Picking up twigs could be an endless process. After clearing all the larger pieces, she looked back on the space and saw that there was yet a category of 'larger pieces' still strewn on the ground. One must have a line of how large a piece can be and still be small enough to leave alone. She sighed, looking around the yard, and beyond to where main body of the limb wreckage lay. Luckily, the branch hadn't fallen on the cottage, but just outside its stone yard-fence. The crash had scattered wood debris everywhere though, smaller offshoots of the tree-limb exploded from the impact. The yard looked mostly clear now, and Angelica was satisfied. It wasn't the neatest yard, but it met a high bar for a rental hut in a burned-out ghost town.

She enjoyed managing her humble inn; keeping up the property and gardens. She enjoyed the revolving company of those who stayed with her. Many of them were travelers of the Long Road that ran the length of these mountains. They would stop for a lunch, or for a modest fee rent one of the small houses she maintained. Angelica's inn was less a traditional establishment and more of a rambling collection of quaint cottages, but there was a central house that provided dining and meeting halls for the guests. She served an occasional communal meal as befitted the nightly population, but offered little else in the way of services. Most of her time was spent ensuring the security and aesthetic appeal of the old cottages. They were remnants of a village that had once occupied this mountain peak, now long abandoned.

It was a very nice, smaller summit along the mountain line. Angelica had been drawn here initially due to its innate energy, and found the burned and moldering ruins of a rural community. From what she could gather they had quietly appreciated the power of the place in their time as well, and she often wondered why no-one had ever returned to reclaim the township. The village meandered among spruce groves and large rounded rock slabs that gave striking views from their summits. In the protected dells under the spruce were nice little cottages, each with a stone-wall-bordered yard. Some were still in great states of disrepair, slowly being overcome by the devices of nature. Others were little more than earthen mounds in sunken foundations. The ones Angelica had repaired and kept up were cozy respites though. They were small, but warm and within easy walking distance of each other.

The lights of the partially-restored village were a welcome sight at the top of an otherwise uninhabited peak. To the south the roadway fell dramatically down a treacherous ledge into rich deep woodlands. Larger mountains stood somewhere to the north, but to all other directions there were only winding hills and sky until the blue peaks of the far horizon.

Not all of her visitors were sightseers though. Some came seeking her grove as a source of wisdom, wishing to learn from and work with her and the energies of the land. These folks seemed to have a prejudgment of her, and would treat her with a mild reverence on their arrival. The pilgrims were fairly few, but she wondered how she had garnered such a reputation. She had no intention of hiding up here, but nevertheless had constructed and maintained certain protections around her being and its effects. It was a necessary measure of safety, to have complete control over one's home territory. Her multiple layers of defenses shielded her well from the world, but perhaps attracted attention in unforeseen ways. She was certain her reputation could not be connected to her family history, as she had no ties left to that past.

Angelica's grandfather certainly would have approved of her managing the inn at Burnt Rock. It would have fit well into his moral yet paradoxical ethos of asceticism and service to others. He had been a notable member of the Brotherhood of the Moss before leaving to raise a family. He had continued his spiritual mission though, founding his own church and adhering to austere principles in the home. His oldest son, seeking a different lifestyle for his own family, had moved to the metropolis where Angelica was raised. As a young adult, she finally learned of her grandfather's work and lifestyle. Knowing only the busyness and rough air of the cities, she was filled with a yearning for monk-hood. She knew she could never enter the Brotherhood though, and had no sense of similar magic for the female orders. The nuns' orders' devotion to their texts felt too alienating for her, too removed from the dirt of the land. She desired a mingling with the land: she knew that it had as equal a part to play as words did in the Crafts.

That afternoon an elemental came to her grove. It barely got its presence through her protections, appearing before her as a pale yellow sprite, dancing gently in the air. She supposed it was supposed to be much grander; fiery even if it wished to intimidate her. It was a pity the blue-robed one was off on one of his forest walks, he would have been quite excited by this.

Angelica knew about elementals, having spent so long alone in her groves, observing and contemplating the natural world. Her life had been one of study, whether in the ways of the city streets, the teachings of her venerable grandfather, or her many Moons upon this mountain. At this point in her life she had confidence in her knowledge about many things in the world, even if she questioned her status as “wise”.

For the most part, the elemental beings had seemed like animal things, with small, simple consciousnesses. They often embodied one aspect of a place or thing, emerging as a fleeting energetic entity. They tended to have short lifespans, relatively quickly becoming subsumed back into the earth or by another group of energy. This one that now came at her seemed to have a personality nearly as complex as a human's though. It hovered there, intruding on her mentally, probing in vague question and challenge. She responded with curious and passive defense, strengthening her willpower to keep the fire out of her personal space. She asked it what it wanted; what it had come here for. It answered.

“I have come in regard to one who you may meet in the coming days.” the voice was attempting authority, but Angelica could hear that it was pretense: the edges were slightly too harsh. It continued, “I have come to judge your motivations. Many of your kind mean ill to others.”

Angelica responded carefully, but with warmth. “I have no ill will to any others. All who come to my glade in peace will be welcomed in returned peace and safety.” she placed her hands together in a gesture of prayer. “Be assured of that my fiery friend.”

The voice from the sun-sprite seemed to soften a bit. “Very well, I will trust in your words, as they come from such a light-filled entity. And in that case I will give you a warning. The person for which I have a concern is a young woman, a girl born with an innate connection to my sense of reality. There have already been those who would take this woman for their own selfish purposes. One such other has been particularly troublesome for me to keep away. He wears a long black cloak and hides in the shadows. Use caution should you encounter him, and be wary that he might try again to reach her. Your intentions are still a bit clouded from me Angelica, but you are a sort of opposite to this other darkness, and for that I am assured.” The sprite seemed to have used the last of its gathered power, and slowly faded from sight.

Angelica continued her rounds of the yard, reflecting on what the elemental had just said. She would have to keep an eye out for this young woman and maybe ask her about the talking sprite. Something larger was going on, she could sense it. Was it related to the large purple presence she had felt in her meditations, or the sense she had at those times that reality is a great wheel that has just begun to turn? Her thoughts circled back to the present as she saw Telon enter the clearing with his day-bag and a small bundle of plant materials. Perhaps he had some insight into these matters.

Canopies

 

Gardens had always been a popular household sight throughout the township. Self-sustenance was an important value among any rural community, even those with as close a relationship to their partner city as Dome Valley had. The resulting abundance of produce kept local markets well-stocked and provided a security for the common good. Rural communities supported connection with the land, and the ensuing practices in turn supported the life of the community.

The villagers knew their small-plants well, engaging with the science of flora cultivation for whatever personal niche befit them. It seemed though that they often forgot the parallels of life between the garden plants and their wild relatives. Sure, everyone vaguely knew the various types of canopy, their respective heights, and the native species one finds in each: it was a standard topic of elementary education. Living down on the ground though, it was easy to take that upper world for granted. Only when one of the large plants fell did people wonder at the natural world that had been suspended in the sky. It was only during rare weather strikes, or in a city work-zone that one was reminded of the secrets of the canopy.

The tops of trees were a world even Kaya knew little about. There were bird species there that she had only read about in ornithology books, that subsisted off of insects also unseen by her or anyone she knew. She was far more drawn to the lower canopy; the waving tips of grass and reed. It was the domain of birds that she did know, and she enjoyed watching their questing and play. She loved the grand flowers that blossomed from thick, almost woody, green stalks. Down below the plant was a mysterious column of cellulose, rising among the lesser grasses, aiming to pierce the sky. Up above however, it was a glory. Insects buzzed over wide plateaus of fragrant color open to the sky, or hummed among towering clusters of bloom. The wild cultivars grew so giant in proportion to the tamed plants of people's backyards that few ever saw the blossoms except at a distance. They rose over roadsides and behind houses like narrow natural skyscrapers, bending and waving gently in the breeze. From a distance the flowers could look like fireworks.

As she gazed from the windows of the fortress tower, Kaya thought it was a shame people forgot about that canopy ecosystem. It was a magical place, right there in their own reality. Land-scholars knew, most of them remembered, and soldiers in towers like these could not help but see. City-folk knew about the canopy life, if they cared to look from their windows, but they existed detached from the world. If they appreciated the views of nature, it was as academic or aesthetic. Even the scholars here at the Sanctuary, she found were slightly removed from the workings of the natural world. They cared of course, but it was not as much an ingrained part of their inner being. The townsfolk lived and breathed the land constantly, and yet were ironically less aware of its wonders.

Kaya inhaled, and exhaled a long breath. She stared at the scene before her; the field and far-off groves. The village looked calm, with the usual wisps of smoke from the usual places. Carts rolled here and there, some speeders in the traffic taking the faster lanes. It was a pleasant town, with few problems save what nature brought them. The field that wrapped it like a blanket was placid too. It was a calm day, with very little wind stirring the grasses. On stormy days the tall stalks tossed and threw themselves around in a sort of uncontrolled ecstasy. They thrashed and strained at the woven fences and braces placed at the edges of development. The morning after a strong blow would often be filled with the working sounds of repair, but still Kaya liked the stormy days. Today though the voices of the field were calm.

The field spoke to her, sometimes. Not in the words of any language, and not always very clearly either. She never told anyone about this because they would at best give back a gentle chuckle. No one, not even one of the sages, would believe the field spoke to her, but it did. If she were alone, and took the time to be both still and silent, the grasses would deliver a message. It would reach her awareness, a touching of one part of consciousness to another. It was as if each individual blade had too little consciousness to speak on its own, but when the whole group were imbued with the power of wind, their voice could appear as one. Usually it was friendly, and of no particular concern.

Sometimes the field could warn her of someone's approach, or if she were headed the wrong direction on her explorations. Today though it was undeniably peaceful. It looked to be a good day for traveling, if that were one's plan. Gentle thick clouds kept the brightness down, but were not heavy with rain. Kaya looked at the trees of the hill to the west, feeling as if she were seeing through them to the valley on the other side. The nagging sensation was still there, the idea that had taken hold in the back of her mind. All her bits of evidence pointed to something being wrong, but she had gotten no interest from the scholarly offices. Receptive as they usually were to concerns about the land, the cold shoulder from Davai's secretary almost bothered her more. Kaya stared out through the rising hillsides. She had friends in a forest not too far from here, by LDT at least, and they might be more receptive to her recent musings than Davai and his cadre.

Kaya left the lookout tower and walked back down the limb of the buck-thorn tree with a brewing purpose. She felt clear-headed now and had a growing optimism around her thoughts. As she walked down the sloping hallway, she passed by a couple men with a young boy. One of the men looked to be the boy's father, and the kid had a look of mild wonder and excitement on his face. They must be taking him up to see the tower room, she thought. In fact, it's probably the first time he's ever seen a view over the field. If there were still any doubt to the confidence that had taken root in her heart, it vanished once she passed them and entered the lift.

First View

 

There had been a dream. In his dream world he had been in hallways, doorways, moving from room to room with no space in between. He had left the first room to find...something, couldn't remember what. He had a message to give to someone he knew. The hallways took him past other rooms like his own, and then down a flight of stairs. He had recognized the building, even though it looked nothing like the one he thought it was. Down the stairs, and past an opening to a larger room, some sort of gathering space. The door to outside was partially overgrown, as if whatever maintenance crew had preferred to leave the ivy wild along the outside. In the garden too, there was an archway. Nothing here seemed to have been tended to lately, scarily uncomprehending vines covered the beds, blending with the shaggy grass. He turned, to look back at the way he had come, feeling some background, unnamed fear. When he awoke in the next second, his mind was filled with a memory of brilliantly-colored stars floating in the air.

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The morning was filled with bright promise. He was happy because this was a special day. He dressed in his favorite tough pants and a shirt that hopefully felt a little more mature than his usual wear. His adventure jacket topped off the outfit; one of a boy proud to show his best self on a trip to The Fort.

It wasn't just any big tower, or any old fort. This is Fort Resistance, the headquarters of the olden-time battles on the plains. From the fort, the general could see his forces, and the enemies, in their tower on the other side of the field. The Kun army had won that war of course, and now the fort was used for other, less exciting stuff. It was still the headquarters of their military though, and the Fort still held weapons, machines, and quartered soldiers just in case they were needed.

His uncle worked in the Fort's tower that still looked out over the plains. He had some job keeping all the equipment working right up there. The equipment measured things and told the people who worked there stuff about what they were seeing from the windows. Sometimes scholars or other scientists would visit the Fort and ask the people in the tower about what they had seen and measured lately.

The boy had never been up in any tower. He had seen the view across the plains depicted in books. He liked the ones that were about the old battles, and he especially liked the illustrations of the landscapes. They seemed so open and filled with light. The fighting men and exploding trees in the scenes seemed almost calm and placid when depicted by the soft watercolors.

All the boy's young life so far had been lived in the grassy lanes and lawns of Dome Valley. His family lived in a nice home on the Shagbark Way, on the edge of the semi-rural village center. He had always played in the tall wild grass, finding wonders in little wetlands and magical thickets that glowed green in the sunlight. The sky was such a distant thing: a twinkle of blue high above the tips of the canopy. Along the roads it opened a little, forming a wider strip until branches poked in when they neared a tree. He wondered if there would be any shadows in that view from the tower.

The play of shadows was a constant thing in their lives, and of everyone they knew. Whether field or forest, there was no escaping shadow in some way. It was sometimes claimed that there were rooms in the city with no shadows, but the boy knew that was probably not really true. He had been to the city a few times with his parents. It had been exciting, but the inside of the city just seemed busy and slightly unnatural. He hadn't had a chance to look out from any of the city windows, or from the decks, though he had tried to see what he could from the pod side windows as they drove by.

After promising for a long time that he would take the boy up to the tower to see the view over the fields, his uncle had finally said that it was okay. He had said there were no scheduled meetings today, and everything was running well, so he had told the boy's dad that they could come and he would show them around. It was quite a treat.

Once he and his father had eaten breakfast and prepared for the day, they set out in his dad's little speeder-car and headed for Fort Resistance. The Fort sat at the eastern end of the township, on slightly higher ground than the village. It occupied a small bit of scrub woodland that dominated the eastern skyline with its island of deep greenery. The trip itself was not too long, and soon they were turning down the main street of the fortress grove. Offices and storehouses lined the narrow way, flanked at the entrance by large metal pillars. The whole grove was a secure area, and the boy could identify guards stationed at positions among the general bustle. They had passed through a security checkpoint when they first turned onto the Heart Street, and faced another one when they turned into the central plaza. Telling the guards their business, his dad was directed to a small parking area near the base of the tower tree.

The tower tree of Fort Resistance was an elderly buck-thorn bush, twisted and brittle with age. The lookout structures had been built into the living wood, immortalizing its shape and position in the grove. Though the small tree was still alive, the tower's metal supports had long since become critical for its upkeep. It soared above their heads, glistening with its metal augments. The sight was impressive for one who had spent most of their life in the open field.

The boy loved the bustle of the military fort. As they walked into the main building complex, and followed directions to his uncle's office, he marveled at the people, devices, and scenes which he saw all around. The place was not really all that busy, but it seemed so to the boy who knew mainly his own village. It was almost like the quiet hum of the market square, except he didn't understand anything that was being said or done, and most of it was taking place in separate rooms. He thought he understood what his uncle did, mostly, and now his uncle's job seemed more important than ever.

The first view the boy got was from the top landing of the elevator. They stepped out into a small hall with a window and platform overlooking the central grove. They were still under the canopy's shade, but far above the road and buildings. He thought: this must be how birds see things, when they flit between the trees. The vehicles from this height looked a little bit like toys, moving around in a wondrously-detailed scene.

The uncle led them into another structure, this one built entirely on a reinforced branch of the buck-thorn. The boy was marveling at the experience of being so high off the ground, and still on solid floors. Though he had never walked out on the decks of the Dome city, he figured this must be kind of similar. The city inhabitants saw views across the plains all the time. Maybe one day, he thought, I'll live in a city with a view from high windows. This thought quickly passed though, as he saw where they were headed.

The hallway led upward and outward along the limb of the tree, ending in a wide gallery. Banks of windows opened on nearly all sides, and a large table stood in the middle of the space. At points along the windows were scopes for seeing details in the view closer to hand. As impressive as the room and structure were though, the boy was entranced by what he saw through the glass.

Framed by the fringes of deep green buck-thorn leaves, a sea of golden green waved gently at his awareness. It looked just like the watercolors of his books, only more special, more fascinating. And the land rose beyond all the meadows and tree-islands and dancing foliage. It rose into rich green woodlands whose feet stood higher than even the city itself. Deep woodlands such as he had only seen in books of faraway lands. There was a whole world actually out there, with wonders totally unknown by his young mind. His uncle was telling them something about the differences in flora-growth, and he had an incredible realization. It seemed such a simple thought, and one which he surely knew already, but had not pulled at as a conscious being. Though he did not know those woodlands, or those faraway lands he had never seen even pictures of, other people did. Other people lived there, and knew those lands as well as he knew his own meadows and groves. Other people might be looking back, even now, and marveling at his homeland just as he did theirs.

Later he would not know where the vision had come from, whether it was triggered by his expansive thoughts, or the excitement of the day, or just something he had had for breakfast. The boy had been looking out of the windows, admiring the way the grasses and marsh-reeds danced in the wind. They had a rhythm that was chaotic, but didn't feel that way. It felt like if he watched it for long enough, he would be able to discern a pattern. The pattern never came, but the colors of the scene changed here and there. Clouds passed across the sun, and his eyes habituated strangely to the glare of the view. The reeds looked almost orange at times, or red. He thought maybe there was some berry bush growing down there, but then a cloud would come and the color would disappear. The grass tinted yellow, and seemed to whirl up into the air. It was all a trick of the wind; he was not used to seeing its currents from this vantage. When he thought back to the moment though, the boy could not account for the vast array of colors his mind remembered seeing. The view from the tower merged a bit with his dream from that morning, and it seemed that those fiery-colored stars had really been there, swirling over the field.

In the days to come, the boy never explained the dream-like quality of that view from the tower, but the image of the colored stars stuck with him. They were actually almost leaf-shaped, but shriveled and warped into flecks that whirled in the sky. In his memory they flurried the scene, painting it with vibrant strokes of yellow, orange, and red.

Evening

 

It was the evening of the following day, and Ayleah lay comfortably in her bed, reflecting on her feelings, sorting them before sleep. From how she lay she could see the others in their bunks of the communal traveler's-inn room. Jaen faced away from her on the far side of the room, breathing softly. The others were mostly asleep, with only Fen and the man Nathan missing. The two of them had been getting along well, and must be sharing a nightcap somewhere. She looked back at the sleeping young captain, and thought again about their conversation. She hoped she had let him down easy enough.

It had happened earlier that afternoon, when they were stopped at the balcony ledge. It was a small but tight-knit community that perched near a north-facing edge of mountain. It offering respite and a good general store, but no promise of an overnight stay. Ayleah had strayed to an overlook on the cliff, taking in the new northerly views. Below her lay a gorgeous field of forest, rich in dappled greens and promising magical depths, but the air was not as it had been on the higher peaks. Here there was a more ready presence of humans. It was barely distinguishable, but her studies of late had brought a finer tuning to her senses. There also seemed to be a darkness to the land before her, and it was not a clean darkness, but a muddiness; a feeling that the mixture was unbalanced. It was in the middle of these thoughts that Jaen had approached. He stood by her and remarked on the view.

Jaen had little of her awareness of the world, but he was tactful enough to be an un-intrusive companion. Their conversation had flowed easily and casually, as was usually the case. This time though, he eventually expressed his true sentiments, and asked what Ayleah planned to do once she had reunited with her mentor. The underlying deeper feelings he must have were left unspoken, but Ayleah had responded to them anyway.

“I have so much admiration for you Jaen, and probably always will. You have set yourself upon a path that is good, and good for you as well. I have to tell you though that whatever path lies before me, I fear it is a different one. I don't know where I'll go once I find Telon, but I can't go back with you. I don't deny that your path would bring me happiness, but I feel that my...destiny is elsewhere.”

Although she could tell a part of him hurt, he gave a weak smile. “Can anyone be sure of their own destiny?”

She put a hand on his shoulder. “You must return to your mountain and your duty, and I must return to the sea. I really look forward to seeing who you become- are already becoming. I do care for you Jaen, as any one can care for another. If the story had been different...and I know we'll meet again someday. Plus, Burnt Rock is still a couple days away at least, so we're not parting ways quite yet.”

Jaen looked away from her, but his tone was relaxed. “You're right, we do still have some time now. I'll do my best to not be too disappointed in the moment. You are an amazing jewel Ayleah, brighter than any I have seen in these mountains, but I knew your destiny might lie somewhere else. If I can count you as a friend at least, I can find satisfaction on my path.”

Ayleah kept looking at Jaen, though his eyes were still on the horizon. “To be truthful I don't know if destiny exists, but I know you will find many jewels in your lifetime, and eventually one will seem brighter even than me. I do hope we're still friends when that time comes. Despite what you might tell yourself, you do shine pretty brightly yourself.

She stepped closer to him and lightly kissed his cheek. “If the story had been different.” she said, and walked back to their vehicle.

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The ride down to Birch Glen from the balcony had been quiet, and Ayleah had worried, turning over the conversation in her mind. She had wondered if she had done or said the right things, and if Jaen's relaxed air was merely a front for some inner turmoil. She was a little assuaged over the course of the evening however. There had been a jovial mood about the group as they made camp, and by suppertime the young captain seemed fully himself again. She had kept socially away from him, but felt he didn't really mind her presence. That was good. It was important that they all get along for these few days, being packed into one vehicle as they were.

Of course a positive mood was easily infectious when around their new traveling companions. Thomas, Nathan, and their sister Meral were as friendly as could be, and highly resourceful at wilderness living. They belonged to a sort of subculture that liked to travel the long wilderness routes for adventure and sightseeing. This road that Ayleah and the others had followed from Abrahim and Battell was part of a route that followed the entire mountain range from south to north. As folks like these three traveled, they would encounter the various cultures of the mountains, and see vast regional views from peaks all along the way. They had crossed many miles of rivers and peaks in their travels, venturing further and further into the northern mountains.

The three siblings were somewhat quirky, but overall good people, and commanded a vehicle larger than their needs. Though their van was a heavy-duty mountain hauler, the gear inside was shaped by a preference for the ultra-light. As a practice, the little group did with as few possessions as possible, relying on commerce with the villages they passed through and their general know-how to get by. The repulsars had also been modified, and provided the heavy grip of a mountain vehicle while being about half the size.

Fen and Jaen were enthralled by the lifestyle and knowledge of the three long-route travelers. They were fast becoming friends with the two brothers, excited by the sharing of knowledge. Heln had remained fairly quiet again that day, but seemed to enjoy the social atmosphere of the group in his own way. By the time they reached Birch Glen they had all become, at very least, close acquaintances, and shared in the gladness of a comfortable place to stay the night.

The township was expansive, and more well-outfitted than most of the villages Ayleah had seen in the mountains. The structure and central square were well below the ridgeline, on a gentle leafy slope. The woods felt light and friendly here, a reflection of the accommodations they found, and the group looked forward to a pleasant sleep and an easy morning in the cathedral of green.

At Apala

 

Ayleah woke to a morning lightly obscured by fine mist. The clearing of Theron-Dean lay quiet, with cool dampness slowly fading as the sun gained command again for the day. Something nagged at her, despite the dawn's peacefulness. Throughout breakfast she kept an eye on her travel companions, and especially on the Plainfield man. Something had happened with him the day before that made her wary of his presence, though now she could not remember what it had been. She looked to the color-master sage too, and to their grizzled driver, to see if they shared any of the misgivings, but they only stewed with their morning beverages in silence. The mood at the table was perhaps only pensive.

As she sat there, Ayleah considered her decision to travel north with this random little group. The six of them had been strangers only two days ago. The driver had originally been hired by a nice couple who were headed for the Gap, but Ayleah's presence shifted the cost a bit in their favor. Fen and Heln joining had further alleviated the cost, though they had changed the dynamic of the group. No one fully knew what the color-master studied, and the dark-skinned Plainfielder was a curiosity this high in the mountains.

Try as she might, Ayleah could not recall what had made her so alarmed the day before. It had something to do with Heln, but she felt poor to be so wary around him when she could not remember if he had actually done anything to warrant the precaution. At the same time, she also felt a soft but insistent pull to remain calm. It was as if there were another member of their party attempting to pacify her; a close and comforting friend who just happened to be invisible to all other senses.

“There have been rumors, but nothing really concrete.” Fen was regaling the breakfast table with curiosities from his research. The color-master's notebook went everywhere with the him, increasingly filling with various scribblings, charts, and hue palettes. It sat now beside his plate; a touchstone for his conversation.

“Local accountings should always be taken with a good seasoning, but I do believe” he continued, cutting his own salted eggs, “-that it is well within the realm of possibility. Creatures could exist composed purely of impulses. Why they should have lives any longer than a momentary blink of awareness, that is what I wish to know, and to study.” He looked over at his apprentice, but Heln showed little response, so he turned back to the group at large. “Heln and I have made some good findings, but we were curious about the possible differences between ecological regions.”

The traveling couple were polite enough, but had very little understanding of what Fen was saying. “Interesting” the wife said, “and where are you headed now?” Heln looked up from his food, which he had been heretofore been eating in silence. “North. We will head north to the river.”

---

Through most of that day they descended steep flanks of the mountain. Fir woods clung to knolls that perched high above the great forests far below. The mountain seemed to winnow, dropping them down through birch glades on intermittent flat plateaus too small for market squares. At some places where the rock was simply too steep and no way could be found around the ledge, huge iron bars formed a rudimentary road surface, sticking from the side of the cliff. Ayleah marveled at the constructions, wondering who had placed those bars in the massive stone. How long ago had that been, and what had they gone through to achieve it?

It was well into the afternoon when they reached Apala Gap. There are a few gaps in the mountains: high passes where long-distance carrier traffic can move between valleys. City commerce encompasses a much broader scope than the surface-level trade of Ayleah and her company. Even for those living within a city it can be difficult to see or understand the larger workings that keep them comfortable. Long-Distance trade and travel has always supported the grander constructions of society. This gap was one of the busier, more notable ones along the spine of these mountains, but Ayleah didn't need to know that fact to be impressed. The mountain road opened suddenly on a vast clearing between rising arms of forest. A broad flat place had been cleared, open to the deep valleys on two sides. At the other two directions thick ancient woodland rose dramatically to the sky. They had descended from the south arm of woods and now stood looking at the next mountain unobstructed. Despite it being a relatively smaller peak, the northern wall of forest looked truly impenetrable. Sun shone brightly on the wide open spaces between, tossing some small insistent clouds aside for the occasion and glinting off traffic below.

The driver dropped them off in a sort of upper square, away from the rumble of the occasional LDT on the paved highway. This marketplace was grassy, and a little more sheltered than the open pass below. Ayleah marveled at the different merchants and tradesmen; folks not just from the valleys by the inland sea or the mountain villages, but people from valleys further east: places locked between heights of land where rivers reigned supreme. The sight of such multitudinous activities and people was a wonder to her, and she forgot her journey for just a moment taking it all in. They each had their own journey, and each felt equal in importance to her own. It was not the stakes that mattered, but the conviction of their hearts. Each of them had a world within them, each as strange and beautiful as the last, and each felt that their world was the only one. As she stood looking out at the busy marketplace with various groups of travelers encamped at its outskirts, a familiar glint of silver caught her eye.

She walked over to the group of rangers, curious as ever. The young captain had his head down again, examining some papers that had been handed to him. He scanned a couple paragraphs, and noted the signatures at the bottom before handing them back with a smile. It was the smile that made her sure; Ayleah almost hadn't recognized Jaen for his bearing among the other men. He exchanged some words with the man who had taken the papers back, and shook his hand heartily. The other man then gave Jaen a casual salute and they parted warmly. Jaen was just saying something to one of his companions when his eyes glanced upon Ayleah standing nearby.

“Well what have we here?” he said, breaking off from his group and walking over. “Ayleah, you're a ways from the farm today!”

“Well met Jaen,” she replied, giving him a friendly smile. “It's true, I'm on the road again – there are a lot of other places in the world to see besides a farm up on Little Abe!” she chuckled. “Actually, I have a real lead this time, more than a word in someone's wastepaper bin.”

Jaen was immediately interested. “You think you've found Telon? Where?”

Suddenly Ayleah felt unsure of her reasoning. “Well, I'm pretty sure he contacted me...somehow. I saw him at Lincoln Peak, I know I did. He kind of appeared out of a tree and spoke to me...Oh, you probably think I sound crazy.”

Jaen raised an eyebrow, though his look remained soft. “On the contrary Ayleah, I think anything you say is probably worth believing.”

Ayleah couldn't quite place what feeling that had generated inside her, so she set it aside for the moment. Jaen continued: “So where did he tell you to go?”