The Dragons Arkuda and Acamar split off from Soleil’s carried being like petals falling off a flower, depositing her in a place – one where she had landed from elsewhere before, that was vivid in her memory, that they both could find and reach with that information. With her where she needed to be, the two Dragons went their separate ways instantly via their own dragonroads.
Arkuda in sun, in fire, in warmth, absorption, reflection, power, time, space, kindling. It was there, where Arkuda’s element transformed into something related but distinct, that a communication ripple bloomed, catching er fascination. There was a matter that needed to be discussed. As the ripple evolved, it became clear that this was more than a transitory exchange, with more than a circumstantial collision of elements. There was a concrescent occurrence underway, and Arkuda acknowledged purpose in this. There was some talking that needed to be done at the heart of this matter, Dragons to Dragons, and then other important parties would need to participate in the results.
Piloting the Arch was more like a spaceship than a boat. It was designed primarily for the journey from surface to base, but was capable of handling sustained currents. The volunteer crew was down to Claymore, Woollibee & Woollibee, Onk the electrical engineer, and a gung-ho member of lab cleaning staff who knew the building and supplies. Everyone else had boarded some form of transport – Drift X with the top targets, company shuttles for the rest. At the helm, they creatively utilized the attractive and frictionless force fields for turbo action. The mass force form physics had a weird but elegant set of controls that Leryn Onk understood well, having been in charge of levers and switches. Draig had infected them with the idea, and had enough means to a plan to act like there was one. These people were ready for this leg of adventure. It was their fuck-you after having to cower through their moment of triumph; a sanctioned joyride.
Draig enacted the parameter protocol for the nearest out of range and defensible situation. He’d always been able to ace this type of maneuver. It was a natural protector ability. As soon as they could split after the deboarding, they took their head start across the Foshani ocean, leaving no window for Foundational search opportunities.
With the approval of his compatriots, Draig was pretty sure that he wanted to lure any hostile patrols with a pointed surfacing. They were both the most valuable and the least valuable piece on the board now, and he was certain that it was important to give the others a shot at a clean getaway.
The other four joined him regularly at the peak bridge. They stared avidly into the rushing abyss.
In this video I posted onto my Readings YouTube playlist, I picked a poem to read from inside Book 2: Abyss Surrounding. “Star Matter Scarabs” is the title of the poem that was being discussed by the Vedani interested in Human poetry. This was read to an audience at Everelse wine bar’s literary & musical open mic in Friday Harbor, WA.
Also: Happy 100th Chapter to Greater Beyond, Book 3.