"First you're going to have to lead," Fara replied, unable quite to turn her expression into a smile. "We can talk as we move."
At least her compatriots were consistent enough to fall into line with them as they moved along, allowing Fara to do the speaking, even if a couple of them seemed uncertain about the prospect.
It takes time. Fara had grown up trained in the art of posing delicate matters to ears that didn't want to hear them, but that paled in comparison to the veil between Avengaea and the harsh truths of the real... and the risks at stake here were not simply whether Kaitan would choose to accept those truths or reject them: they were surmounted by the fact that somewhere in the huge tunnels lacing the underbellies of tumble-down megacities her ship, the Meridian, was racing through the mire of 01's slurry for someone else. They were surmounted by the fact that Jorgand, their Captain, had been taken and was likely to be held at ransom. There were choices to make and Fara was afraid that doing this meant that the chances of losing Kaitan entirely were far better than managing to pull off this miracle...
On the other hand, she'd been imprisoned on Avengaea for miracles she hadn't even performed yet. She might as well get to committing the crimes whilst she was beyond capture. In any case, she had always listened to their Operator complaining that her job was awfully boring... and though Fara wasn't a betting type, she suspected that after today she wouldn't be complaining any more.
Fara started with the basics: the idea of something beyond the reality of the desert and the Goddesses that lorded over it during this crisis. She wondered if Kaitan had always feared or suspected that the flow of events in her life had been strange and unrealistic... had she ever questioned it? Truly?
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At least her compatriots were consistent enough to fall into line with them as they moved along, allowing Fara to do the speaking, even if a couple of them seemed uncertain about the prospect.
It takes time. Fara had grown up trained in the art of posing delicate matters to ears that didn't want to hear them, but that paled in comparison to the veil between Avengaea and the harsh truths of the real... and the risks at stake here were not simply whether Kaitan would choose to accept those truths or reject them: they were surmounted by the fact that somewhere in the huge tunnels lacing the underbellies of tumble-down megacities her ship, the Meridian, was racing through the mire of 01's slurry for someone else. They were surmounted by the fact that Jorgand, their Captain, had been taken and was likely to be held at ransom. There were choices to make and Fara was afraid that doing this meant that the chances of losing Kaitan entirely were far better than managing to pull off this miracle...
On the other hand, she'd been imprisoned on Avengaea for miracles she hadn't even performed yet. She might as well get to committing the crimes whilst she was beyond capture. In any case, she had always listened to their Operator complaining that her job was awfully boring... and though Fara wasn't a betting type, she suspected that after today she wouldn't be complaining any more.
Fara started with the basics: the idea of something beyond the reality of the desert and the Goddesses that lorded over it during this crisis. She wondered if Kaitan had always feared or suspected that the flow of events in her life had been strange and unrealistic... had she ever questioned it? Truly?