I’m making a big change in my Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest series to the twins’s names.
I’ve talked about it at cauldronkeeper.livejournal.com.
The twins talked about it at inspirationcauldron.blogspot.com.
They’re still talking about it…
Danyel: Tayel, Tayel, I’m still getting used to your new name…what? Where are we?
Tayel: The other Cauldron. The one unbound by blocks, able to spread freely through social media.
Danyel: Isn’t this where Christopher is?
Tayel: We’re visiting in the spaces between his prelude. (glances around) We haven’t visited this Cauldron very often. More often we’re in the forbidden spaces.
Danyel: Even though we’re part of the same universe, multi-universe as Christopher. I’m not sure what we’d call Tales of the Navel/The Shadow Forest. Dayel…I mean, Tayel! Argh, I’m still not used to your name.
Tayel: Look up the bright side, shining through the darkness of confusion, which will lessen.
Danyel: What confusion? I’ve never confused the two of us! It’s our readers which were confused.
Tayel: Exactly. You’re completely different than me. Our names should reflect our uniqueness.
Danyel: We’re not that different. We look exactly the same, except you’ve got that silver light which appears in your eyes whenever you spot something.
Tayel: An nimbus appears around your hand whenever you reshape the world around you.
Danyel: Aren’t we giving away spoilers? Shouldn’t we wait until The Hand and the Eye of the Tower is published before we start talking about what we can do?
Tayel: Waiting until Stealing Myself From Shadows is publishing, while Christopher draws every admiring eye to himself is tedious. We must prove we have as much right to exist as he did.
Danyel: I didn’t realize we were competing with Christopher for existence.
Tayel: We compete with many imaginary creatures, including ourselves.
Danyel: Are we competing with each other?
Tayel: I’d never compete with you. Nor would I allow you to surrender your own name to the creatrix. (Tayel pauses to give me an intimidating look.)
(I shiver a bit. He might be an imaginary slip of a boy with a deceptively frail appearance, but Tayel can be quite scary when he wishes to. )
Danyel: It’s curious. We do compete against each other at times, but we’re not really rivals. We’re too different.
Tayel: True. Our existences don’t threaten each other’s.
Danyel: We both love stories, flower, share the same color system for deciding about the character of an individual-
Tayel: Red for passion. Brown for the mundane. Green for life and love, but blue for endless depths of feeling-
Danyel: -green is the very essence of all things living, growing, and vibrant-
Tayel:- a person with a touch of blue has a sensitivity you cannot cultivate if you simply nourish what is green within you.
Danyel: We’re never going to agree on this. You prefer blue, while my favorite is green.
Tayel: Just one more eccentricity on your part. Such as your love for that cursed tower. Not to mention your unhealthy interest in people.
Danyel: (blushing) I don’t love the tower. Not…exactly. Also my interest in people isn’t unhealthy! Aren’t you a little bit curious about what people are like?
Danyel: You aren’t lonely with just Map, Leiwell, and me for company?
Tayel: No. It’s difficult enough with the three of you.
Danyel: What do you mean?
Tayel: You trust our older brother completely. I find him dangerously fragile.
Danyel: How can you say Leiwell is fragile? He looks after all of us!
Tayel: It’s too heavy a burden.
Danyel: I wish you wouldn’t speak in riddles.
Tayel: (glancing around): Traces of Christopher and Damian linger here, dripping from this Cauldron. Direct answers are dangerous.
Danyel: Speaking of danger, I still think you’re dangerously close to spoilers.
Tayel: Not really. There’s little to spoil…yet.
Danyel: Listen to you, hinting at secrets I know nothing at once more. Like your name change, it makes me feel like you’re drifting away from me.
Tayel: You’re catching a glimpse of my nightmares and waking fears of you not simply drifting away. Someone or something takes you from me.
Danyel: You don’t need to worry about that! I’ll never leave you…Tayel.
Tayel: (sighs) That’s a dangerous habit of yours.
Danyel: What is?
Tayel: Making promises you mean with your whole heart that you’ll never be able to keep.
Danyel: You don’t believe me? I’ll keep it! (balls a hand into a fist) Just watch me!
Tayel: (smiling sadly) Always.