Rainbow Snippets: A Symposium in Space

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

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For mine, the orb will continue to leer, cajole, and menace where it left off last week in A Symposium in Space…

A slight note of menace entered the voice. “Do you truly wish to shun my company? I’m collecting guests exalted enough to impress even one as cynical as yourself.”

“Exalted isn’t how I’d describe your collections.” Pausania waved her free hand in languid dismissal. “You’re all about the latest trends. You never touch anything that questions or casts them in an unflattering light.”

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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.

Rainbow Snippets: A Symposium in Space

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“Next you’ll be calling life givers women.”

“Huh?” I opened and closed my mouth. “Why would I call women life givers?”

“You may call it a lack of galactic sensibility. I call it a charming display of innocence.” The orb throbbed in midair, quivering with hungry intensity. “Pausania, I simply must have the two of you at my symposium.”

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Conversations with Christopher: Quartz

Once again, Christopher sits across from a certain grumpy-looking dwarf, only today that dwarf is more gloomy than grumpy.

Quartz: I tell you, it’s not easy to have bits and pieces of your story stitched together, unsure which ones are true and which aren’t.

Christopher: No need to tell me. My entire character concept is that of a creature stitched together from story and memory, unsure which parts are truly mine. I’m not even sure if I’m the real Christopher or a fallen ideal Damian conjured up from the shadows.

Quartz: That’s right, you’re supposed to be a stitched up being of shadow, aren’t you? You’re not grounded in reality…I just realized how terrible that is. You have no connection to the rocks or the earth, do you, lad?

Christopher: As you said, I’m a creature of air and shadow. Forces of earth, like gravity sometimes have an adverse effect on me and others like me. Danyel and Tayel felt this adversity when they tried to climb a hill.

Quartz: Can’t imagine that. Don’t really want to either. Not to be able to draw on the power of the stones, to feel their energy, why, I’d be hollow, just a shadow of myself.

Christopher: I’ve never thought of it that way. I thought I’d be tethered, trapped, but perhaps I’m missing out on something essential. No, I know I’m missing out on something essential. I’m disconnected with reality. What you have, you’re more than connected.

Quartz: Huh, guess you’ve got a point. Anyway, my character concept isn’t a fragmented one like yours, lad. I’ve just got a bunch of stories, many of them old blog posts at inspirationcauldron.blogspot.com being drawn into Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins.

Christopher: The inspiration will run dry at the Cauldron next month. All the poems and stories which appeared there on Wednesday will come here.

Quartz: I’ve already had to move Secondary Characters Speak Up to this place. Thank’ee for letting me borrow your spot last Monday, lad.

Christopher: You’re welcome. No need to thank me. You’ve seldom felt the need to do so before.

Quartz: Now, now, I can be polite, I just have a lot on my mind. No time for all the niceties other people fritter theirs upon. Besides I know your stories have been put on hold while our scribbler works on Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins. Figured I owed you some graciousness.

Christopher: Thank you.

Quartz: Not to mention all of the guest posts of late have been with characters from my story.

Christopher: I know.

Quartz: Plus I’ll be taking over your blog once a monthly Monday, replacing it with Secondary Characters Speak Out. Hope you understand.

Christopher:…

Quartz: You remind me of the scribbler when you do that.

Christopher: I think I’m starting to share some of her pain…

Rainbow Snippets: A Symposium in Space

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For my own, Pausania is going to let Phaedra know exactly what she thinks of her questions and her awe of Agathea (jealous?) as I pick up where I left off last week in A Symposium in Space…

“Once again, you’re showing your naiveté, your complete lack of any galactic sensibility.” Pausania glanced upward at the ceiling. Perhaps she was asking the ancient goddesses to give her strength. “There’s only one Agathea. No one else can use her name without incurring a fine as epic as her tragedies.” She smacked her slim hand against her forehead.

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Secondary Characters Speak Out: Quartz and Opal

A dwarf with a silvery black beard squints at everything around him. You may recognize him. He’s been Christopher’s grumbling guest, many a time.

Quartz: Right. You’ve probably noticed. Christopher isn’t here. I am. Blogger has been updated beyond the scribbler’s outdated operating system’s ability to post there. Secondary Characters Speak Out is moving here. Once a Monday a month, Christopher doesn’t have to have a conversation. I’ll be letting Secondary Characters voice their concerns, their neglect, and other things bugging them about their roles in their stories. Beginning with…

…he turns to face another dwarf similar to himself from his silvery-black beard to his scowl.

Quartz: Huh? What’s up with you, being here?

Opal: What’s up with me? What’s up with you is what I’d like to know! What in the flaming shards is wrong with you?

Quartz: Nothing is wrong with me, you daft fool.

Opal: You’re the daft fool! Flirting with kobolds, having our younger brothers follow a ruddy kobold, after all the times you warned us to stay away from kobolds!

Quartz: It’s, err, complicated. Not that you should worry your head about it. We have a bargain, Nimmie Not and I, for all he’s a treacherous sort. He wouldn’t break a bargain.

Opal: Are you even listening to yourself? Steer clear of goblins, kobolds, and trolls, they’re nothing but trouble, your own words! Now you’re trusting one to keep a bargain with you, with all us, and even worse, you can’t stop flirting with him!

Quartz: I keep telling you, pebble-brain, I am not flirting with Nimmie Not!

Opal: Pebble-brain, you are, who do you think you’re fooling? You’re even running errands for that kobold’s pet dragon!

Quartz: As if Prue would ever be Nimmie Not’s pet. If anything, it’s the other way around.

Opal: And you’re calling that dragon Prue, as if you’re friends with it!

Quartz: Prue isn’t an it, they’re a them. I told you, well, I told you in Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins, which isn’t finished yet. Dragons are beyond gender and view events through the perspective of many lives. Dragons are always ‘they’, at least in our world.

Opal: Fine, they’re a they. They’re still a giant, fire-breathing menace, living in the very mountain we’ve been mining!

Quartz: I didn’t know Prue was there, all right? Aye, their presence does explain why there were no goblins, no orcs, nor other dwarves in those mountains.

Opal: Aye, it explains that. It doesn’t explain why we’re still there or why you’re running errands for that monster!

Quartz: Doesn’t seem right to call Prue a monster, although I can see why some would. They’re not a bad sort, as I’ve explained to Christopher here before. There’s a purpose to the errands I’m running for Prue. Sometimes that purpose makes me shiver, but I don’t think it’s a bad one.

Opal: This purpose you speak of has to do with those stones you’re taking to the clearing, to state the obvious.

Quartz: You’ll find out what I’m up too soon enough in Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins. You’ll learn what I know or what I’ve guessed only too soon.

Opal: Reassuring, aren’t you?

Quartz: Shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be and neither should you. I’m gathering healing stones, though, Opal. What I’m doing, what Prue asked me to do isn’t bad.

Opal: Bad things will come of this, Quartz. No matter what your intentions are, or that dragons, bad things will come of this.

Quartz: Aye, and maybe good things, too. Ever think of that.

Opal: No.

Quartz: You’re the only dwarf more pessimistic than myself, brother mine.

Opal: Right. As if you’ve met that many of our own kind.

Quartz: Shut up.

Rainbow Snippets: A Symposium in Space

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For mine, Phaedra will continue to squeal over the name of Agathea, invoked last week in A Symposium in Space…

Agathea was one of the wealthiest, most prominent citizens of the Intergalactic Democracy. One who could arrange to have my poems broadcast over the biggest billboards that glowed in major cities on major planets.

“The Agathea?” I asked for clarity. “The third-time winner of the Tragedy award? The one who funds and owns most worlds’ rights to the image of Aphrodite?”

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Conversations with Christopher: Garnet

Christopher sits facing a fidgety young dwarf with disshelved ginger whiskers.

Christopher: How’s life in your cottage in the Forest of Tears?

Garnet: Surprisingly tear-free. Especially since our mysterious human guest came to live with us. There’s less dust and dirty, a hot meal waiting for my brothers and myself every morning when we get up and when we get home from the mines. Plus our guest herself, she’s quiet, yet she’s got a soothing presence. She can even make Opal less grumpy. And Quartz, why, Quartz has become positively good-natured since she showed up. She’s a decent human, our guest, no, she’s a decent person. She’s made our home a happier place.

Christopher: You don’t seem happy.

Garnet: That’s just it. We’re living in the Forest of Tears. No matter how happy we are, tears are going to come. And our guest is filled with tears and secrets, gleaming in her eyes. I can see them, even when she smiles, no matter how hard she tries to hide them. Whatever happiness we have will be all too brief.

Christopher: All the more reason to smile while you can, don’t you think?

Garnet: Aye, yes, I can see the sense in that, only I have a hard time smiling when I feel like at any moment, something is going to jump out at us. I hate that cuckoo clock. I never know what it’s going to say, yet at the same time it’s comforting. How odd is that?

Christopher: By cuckoo clock, you mean the ones that’s referenced in your story and Quartz’s; Of Cuckoo Clocks and Crystal Coffins?

Garnet: That’s odd, too. You’d think there was more than one cuckoo clock by the title, but the only cuckoo clock I’ve ever seen is the one in our cottage. The same cottage Nimmie Not led us to, my brothers and I.

Christopher: And you hate the things it says? I’m guessing it says more than simply “Cuckoo!”

Garnet: Is that what cuckoo clocks usually do? Makes sense.

Christopher: What does yours do?

Garnet: A little bird pops out of the wooden clockface upon the hour. It says things like, “Go away!” and “Human!” in a voice very like Nimmie Not’s.

Christopher: It sounds like your clock is special. Also its messages don’t appear to be meant for you.
Garnet: No, they’re meant for our human guest. How anyone, even a clock can be mean to her, I don’t know.

Christopher: Don’t you?

Garnet: Well, Quartz is very nice to her. And Nimmie Not is quite sweet on Quartz. It could just be he’s jealous.

Christopher: You sound unsure.

Garnet: Nimmie Not knows things, all kinds of things. He’s got this book on Persons of Interest. Quartz is supposedly in it. It could be our guest is a Person of Interest, too. Nimmie Not may know things about her my brothers and I don’t. And well, she has her secrets.

Christopher: It could be both. Jealousy and he knows something.

Garnet: It could, it could be. Only our guest is so nice! She’s the nicest human we’ve ever met.

Christopher: Have you met a lot of humans?

Garnet: We’ve traded stones with humans, my brothers and I. Our guest is the first human I’ve really gotten to know. Nimmie Not is wrong about her, he has to be! Only what if he’s right, even if it’s just a little?

Christopher: I’m not sure what to tell you.

Garnet: I’m not sure what to tell myself. Hence the worry even though I’m happy.

Christopher: Try to enjoy the happiness, even if you know it won’t last.

Garnet: I’m trying. I truly am.

Rainbow Snippets: A Symposium in Space

Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!

Every Saturday or Sunday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction on their blogs. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.

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For my own, Phaedra will pick up where Pausania left off in A Symposium in Space…

 

“Agathea?” I swallowed at hearing her name.

Agathea was one of the wealthiest, most prominent citizens of the Intergalactic Democracy. One who could arrange to have my poems broadcast over the biggest billboards that glowed in major cities on major planets.

“The Agathea?” I asked for clarity.

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Conversations with Christopher: Opal

Christopher sits facing a dwarf who resembles Quartz in his silvery-black beard, his slouch, and his scowling expression.

Christopher: You do look a bit like your brother.

Opal: I’m nothing like my brother, the daft, stone-struck fool. Bad enough the way he just spends hours staring into crystals. Now he’s flirting with kobolds, running errands for dragons, and inviting humans into the house!

Christopher: You seem to like the human.

Opal: Aye, I suppose she’s not a bad sort. And she’s useful around the house.

Christopher: Don’t you have a house because of Quartz’s dragon dealings and err, kobold entanglements?

Opal: Know a lot about that, d’ye, lad?

Christopher: This is the Cauldron of Eternal Inspiration where the walls break down between our scribbler’s worlds. I know many things while I’m here.

Opal: Mystical nonsense, not to mention cheeky, knowing what you shouldn’t. Why do I know things about you, eh?

Christopher: Do you want to know about me?

Opal: Shards, no. I’m already stuck with one scrawny underfed human’s secrets. I don’t need another’s.

Christopher: There you go. You don’t know anything about me because you don’t want to know.

Opal: More cheeky, sneaky talk. I’m supposed to tell you about but you’re not saying anything about yourself, because I don’t want to know, eh?

Christopher: I could talk about myself. Do you want to hear it?

Opal: No.

Christopher: And you’d rather not talk about yourself?

Opal: Rather.

Christopher: You want to talk about something, however, or else you wouldn’t be here.

Opal: Fine! Fine! You want me to talk? Let’s talk! (He jumps out of his seat and starts to pace, back and forth the space between his empty chair and Christopher.) How can he do it? After all the times he’s warned us to be careful around outsiders, how can he flirt with a ruddy kobold?

Christopher: You mean Quartz.

Opal: He’s loud, he wears bright colors. He jumps around and sings, expecting everyone else to do the same. He plays games with all of us. You can’t trust him! Why does Quartz like him so much?

Christopher: Err, maybe you should ask Quartz?

Opal: Right, you try asking Quartz. He’ll just tell you to shut up!

Christopher: I see your point.

Opal: That kobold is bad news. Bringing us to his cottage, the bargain Quartz made with him, there’s a trick to all of it.

Christopher: Maybe Quartz realizes this.

Opal: Eh?

Christopher: Everything you’re saying Quartz may be aware of himself, yet he likes Nimmie Not in spite of it all.

Opal: Know the creature’s name, eh?

Christopher: He’s stopped by the Cauldron before.

Opal: Shards, is there no escaping that creature? Next you’ll tell me the dragon stopped by, too.

Christopher: Actually, yes, Prunella was here.

Opal: That’s it. I’m out of here, wherever here is!

There’s a burst of yellow smoke in the air between Christopher and Opal, slightly above their heads. The smoke clears to reveal a cuckoo clock floating in the midair. A tiny green door in the clockface opens. A little wooden bird pops out.

Bird: (using Nimmie Not’s voice) Fu-ture bro-ther-in-law! I’ll-get-you-out!

Opal: Gah! (He shrinks back in his seat from the clock and the bird.)

The bird retreats back behind the door. Both the clock and Opal disappear in twin clouds of yellow smoke, leaving only an empty chair behind.

Christopher: Well, I guess that’s all for now. (He studies the empty space where the clock was.)

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