Eye of the Ocean Book 3 Ji'jin Station

Eye of the Ocean – Book 3: Ji’Jin Station
at the beginning of the pull. “Me?” Poss a'ltic asked. “Are you sure I'm doing
this?”
Ulanda wet her lips, and with a deep breath looked at her hands again, moving
the fingers. “You've taken me back to the beginning. Should I start over? What
would you have then?”
A'in motioned her to look towards the crèche, Ulanda following his direction
even as she did. The girl held her sleeping tunic bunched up in one hand to free
her feet as she ran towards them through the wet grass.
From the fresh morning air of South Bay Temple to the stink of the garden on
Camerat. She had expected the binding weave to be as visible as a heat shimmer
by now but it wasn't. An embryo of the binding only, faint changes in the crystal
of the granite that made the walls. South Bay had been meant as a distraction.
Cayse brought tea in as Ulanda sat in the warm sand, sifting the grains
through her fingers, idly weighting handfuls as though to compare, before pouring
each out to add to the pyramid of sand growing beside her. Sand caked the
weave of the dark braids.
“What happened to the pull?” he asked her as he set the tray down.
Poss a'ltic didn't take her eyes off Ulanda. “There's an interface still, but
allowing more in now than before.” And out. Ulanda could walk out of here into
Camerat if she cared to, or if the energy fields - their action similar to neural
blockers - would let her put so many thoughts together at once. But to what? The
real spiral instead of the one they planned? Pattern pulls were a fraction of
reality, overpattern more so and more solid, but only because of the power of the
Priest that could access overpattern was usually proportionally greater. Almost
always a memory of what happened, very occasionally something out of a dream
such as she had done on Ri to recreate the diamond. But the ability to profoundly
change reality so casually?
Poss a’ltic dug her bare feet into the warm sand, welcoming at least that after
getting her shoes soaked. She had a cotton wrap over her robe now, she had
brought the chill back with her. Cycling still, she thought she wanted the comfort
as much as the warmth.
The same bowl for her tea as when she met with Oimit and Tu'pin. The Rigreen
porcelain. Poss a'ltic smiled into the hot liquid before drinking. “It allows
you in,” she said to Cayse. “An improvement in that at least.”
“Your improvement?”
She shook her head. “Ulanda's, but she doesn't control it, we haven't left her
the capacity for control. Her power, though... I wish I knew what has already
happened to her, I can't touch her at all, not really. It's an interesting ride we're
on.”
“And...”
Laurel Hickey www.2morrow.bc.ca