Gales

A story of two possibilities

K.Ryan, 2005.


Gales are sensitive things; they have an innate sense of good dramatic timing. When mages are involved this is made particularly apparent. When there are two of them, glaring at each other from opposite sides of a palace watch tower, the weather cannot help itself. It can, and it will, bend backwards on itself to reflect the tensions of any situation.
It was a very big gale. It rocked stone foundations.

"Surely…you knew."

"How, exactly, does that change things?"

One voice choked and horrified. The other dryer, calmer, but tinged with worry.

"It doesn't."

"No, not particularly."

"Please, you don't understand—"

"—I'm sorry, but am I supposed to? We have talked about this, sweet—"

"That's all it was. Talk."

"Surely you can't be completely devastated about this."

"Oh, you suppose. You've forgotten one thing. Choice."

"There…there is always…always a choice."

"Not that choice!"

"I wasn't talking about—you don't understand. Talk to me, please?"

"I am talking to you. You're just reading me wrong. Like you read the charm…"

"We need to think! Make decisions."

"Aha! You're so good at that."

"I…we never planned it this way."

"No, we didn't."

"If I apologize…"

"It will make very little difference, I'm afraid."

"I suppose you're right."

"Suppose."

"Yes."

"I don't know why you think you're ready for this."

"I am, and that's one of us."

"What we'll need is two, you know."

"Three."

"What did you say?"

"I said three, Daine."

"Yes."


Change in the wind?

It was a very big gale. It rocked stone foundations.

"Surely…you knew."

"How, exactly, does that change things?"

One voice choked and horrified. The other dryer, calmer, but tinged with worry.

"It doesn't."

"No, not particularly."

"That's all it was, I thought. Talk."

"Oh, you thought. You've forgotten one thing. Choice."

"Not this choice, now!"

"I'm sorry? We have talked about this, sweet—"

"I…we never planned it this way."

"Surely you can't be completely devastated about this."

"Please, you don't understand—"

"—We need to think! Make decisions."

"Aha! You're so good at that."

"I wasn't talking about—you don't understand. Talk to me, please?"

"I am talking to you. You're just reading me wrong. I don't know why you think you're ready for this."

"Well, if I apologize…"

"It will make very little difference, I'm afraid."

"I suppose you're right."

"Suppose."

"Yes."

"I am, ready that is, and that's one of us."

"Yes."

"One out of…well, three, really."

"What did you say?"

"I said three, Numair."

"…yes."