Conversations with Christopher: Danyel and Tayel

Christopher a slender youth with coppery-golden hair which curls around his ears and the nape of his neck sits wearing a dark turtleneck and jeans, facing a pair of boys as slender as himself if slightly younger and even shorter. It doesn’t help that they’re sprawled on a patch of grass in all this mist with flowers growing from the greenery. These boys appear to be twins with the same heart-shaped face, the same golden wavy hair falling to their shoulders. They wear the same dove-gray trousers, gray boots, and loose white tunics, only one boy is dressed in a pale blue vest over his tunic. Flashes of silver sparkle in his violet-blue eyes. The second boy wears a greenish blue tunic and smiles more at Christopher. There is no silver in his eyes, which are also violet blue, but at times a green miasma appears around his right hand.

Christopher: (smiling at the boys) It’s wonderful to see you two again, although I feel very tall up here.

Tayel: (the twin with the silver in his eyes) Your seat and stature change with your will and mood.

Danyel: (the smiling twin with the green energy around his hand) He’s right. (He looks up at Christopher.) Why don’t you leave that stuffy chair and sit with us, Christopher? This is the Cauldron of Eternal Inspiration, after all. Its mists are a bit like the Shadow Forest. They’ll let in a little sun if you wish for it.

Christopher grins and drops out of his chair, which promptly vanishes. He rolls onto the grass for there is grass waiting for him, unfolding in alll directions. The mist parts to reveal a clearing bathed in gentle sunlight surrounded by trees. Flowers dot the grass around the three boys.

Christopher: (looks down at himself to see his black turtleneck and jeans have vanished. He’s now dressed very much like the boys, only his vest is pale violet) This is nice. I wonder if this clearing is the place Quartz visits, where Blanche sleeps in a crystal coffin?

Tayel: Similar visions emerge from the mist of the scribbler’s imagination. This Cauldron reflects her visions.

Danyel: Yes, she does seem to like enchanted forests, doesn’t she? There are a lot of trees where she lives; beautiful, majestic, both soothing and menacing. They rip up the paths, tripping her up with their roots, yet she’s glad of the sight of them.

Christopher: Reminds me of the Shadow Forest. The woods can be menacing but beautiful. It’s the birthplace of possibility yet it keep returning to the shape of a forest.

Tayel: We enter, craving something yet we seek out stillness once we open the Door.

Danyel: You seek out stillness, Tayel, not me. Not I’m looking for danger but I’m curious about what I’ve only seen in books, the faces, movements, and conversations I’ve never seen or heard.

Tayel: Stillness is peaceful. There is always something to see or hear, something wanting to be seen or heard. Stillness is an escape from that want.

Christopher: Curious. I agree with both of you, yet I don’t.

Danyel: What do you mean?

Christopher: I seek out what I don’t have but I also seek out stillness.

Tayel: We reflect you, Christopher, yet we are ourselves.

Christopher: I’ve really missed you, too. Seems like I’m always talking to Quartz these days. (He hesitates, then laughs.) Listen to me. I’m even starting to talk like him.

Tayel: Absorbing and reflecting the company you keep, they darken you with their character.

Danyel: We were a little worried about you, Christopher, which is why we came. The only time the scribbler spends with you is at this blog.

Tayel: Narrator of a story and the end of a story, your own story is lost.

Christopher: Aren’t you forgetting something? I was right there with the two of you for that bit of My Tool, My Treasure the scribbler jotted down.

Danyel: You’re right! It had been so long since she spent any time on our story in progress! Lately it’s been all about Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins.

Tayel: Distraction comes in many forms but sometimes distraction can lead you back to your path.

Christopher: Yes, she was recently reminded of us, wasn’t she? Not that Quartz has anything to complain about. He and his story got a burst of energy as well.

Tayel: Complaint can be a way of expressing one’s self.

Christopher: That’s very true, especially when it comes to Quartz.

Danyel: We wouldn’t know. We’ve only met Quartz a few times here.

Christopher: It’s strange. He used to really resent me for the time the scribbler spent with me. Now that he’s the one she’s lavishing time on, he’s a lot more sympathetic.

Danyel: He’s starting to understand what the scribbler puts her main characters through. It’s not any better for us than it is for the secondary characters.

Tayel: Sympathy is a sword you feel piercing your heart even as it dives into your own.

Christopher: Not always. At least I hope not. (Christopher leans back onto the grass, folds his arms behind his head. He closes his eyes.) I wonder if I can just let go and relax for a moment.

Tayel: Letting go means fading away. How much you hold onto and how much you release is up to you. (He, too, leans back and closes his eyes.)

Danyel: We’re with you, Christopher, if you want to let go. The Cauldron will bring us back even if we fade. (He’s the last to lay down on the grass, letting his eyelids droop.)

Christopher: Thank you.

For a moment the three boys just lie there. The grass, the clearing, and those lying within in disappear along with the rays of the sun. They are swallowed by the mists creeping up on them with all the quietness of a soundless sleep.

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