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been replaced by a royal champion, exuding raw power.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.
* * *
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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