>>6119702Ah. That’s right… you did not properly discuss this with Willow. For all your talk of being open and truthful with each other—
“I don’t think it was a vision. I saw it with my eyes, when I pulled my visor off. Also, how could you see what I was doing?”
She smirks and points to her eyes.
“Earthling sight, remember?”
“Right. Sometimes I forget even like this… you feel so native. I hope that doesn’t bother you! It just slipped out, sorry.”
“It’s fine as long as it’s you. You were saying — you don’t think it was a vision?”
“I think it was a memory. It happened once already, the night of Saint Kishirra’s celebration. I saw her going through the ceremony just before I did. I think it’s one of the reasons why I did so well — Ansàrra was there to hold my hand; but why now, why another…?”
“What did you see exactly?”
“Saint Bragia and Candeloro. I did not hear their voices this time. It seemed Candeloro was worried about something and she was holding his hand. They were close, if the recounts are correct.”
“How close?”
You shrug.
“Not as close as Saint Kishirra and her Strander companion? Or perhaps more! The doctrine is branching… how can truth contradict itself? I don’t like it, Willow…” you bite your gloved fingertip, feeling the plate beneath your teeth. “I don’t like it one bit.”
“Stop ruining your teeth, that plaque is so sharp you’ll scrape off your incisors…” she takes your hand in hers. “So you walked in a memory. Not the weirdest thing I have— heard about,” she hesitates.
“Did it happen to you as well?”
“Ansàrra certainly doesn’t hold me in such esteem as she does you,” she grins.
“Don’t say such things! She—”
“It’s fine playing favourites. You’re here with me and not Rubida, after all. Does it mean you love her less?”
[cont.]
