Flindra became more active during the next few days but Kewero didn't want to return to their studies just yet. She had cautioned Flindra to avoid thinking deeply of her experiences in the crystal cave. The old woman was concerned that she was not entirely in control of her memory and she didn't want to drive her into another collapse by forcing her to remember things before she was ready to face them. Kewero was perhaps overly cautious in this matter, but she suspected that Flindra had received knowledge that somehow was beyond her capability of coping with. It was this mental overload, which had deprived her of consciousness.
Kewero watched Flindra closely to gauge her recovery and noticed certain changes in her. There was now subtle strength about her and she sported an aura of confidence and power never before exhibited. The simple, rustic, woodsman's daughter had been replaced by a royal champion, exuding raw power. She knew that Flindra had finally passed into her heritage. She was the true Heir of King Meldh.
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The time finally came when the two women decided to delve into the mystery of Flindra's ordeal. As usual, they were going to have the discussion in the crystal cavern. As soon as they entered the cave, Flindra's orb began to pulsate with a soft white glow. The crystals in the cave immediately assumed the rhythm. A look of tremendous calm spread over Flindra's face as she looked into her orb.
A visual melody developed in the pulsating lights of the cave. The rhythm was simple and direct, but strangely compelling. The simplicity disguised the inherent strength of the theme.
Kewero recognized that the rhythm was an identification pattern, a signature, of Flindra's new power. Her presence was influencing the life force inhabiting the crystals. It was responding, reflecting, her own unique life song.
Kewero walked to the cave wall and placed her hands against the crystals. A second theme became distinguishable in the rhythmic pattern and was a counterpoint to the melody played in the lights. This was Kewero's power signature. It was a much more complex and intricate theme, exhibiting several elemental levels. It combined neatly with Flindra's theme while retaining its individuality.
Compelled by a thought that was not her own, Flindra walked over to the old woman and looked directly into her eyes. Her stare was returned; eyes were locked. There was a sharing of knowledge between the women - mind to mind, heart to heart. Thought bypassed the conscious and took up residence in the deep recesses of the subconscious. When the transfer was complete, the link was broken. Simultaneously, the crystal melody ended.
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