((The Wednesday Triple: page 2 of 3))
“Would you mind letting me hold one of the Shards again?” said Hector.
Asad hesitated. “Why?”
“I... I think Rasalased might be trying to talk to me.”
“...What makes you think that?”
“Uh... it might sound a hard to believe.”
“I’ll try to keep an open mind.”
Hector frowned. There was no dancing around it, he supposed. “I can sense the Shards. Somehow. Like... like they’re alive. And. Sort of. Calling to me? Does that make sense?”
‘Not really,’ said Qorvass, who’d apparently started listening.
The reapers had finally stopped blabbering on about treasure, Hector realized.
Asad was already digging through his bag, however. He pulled out a Shard. “Here.”
Qorvass looked noticeably more reluctant than his servant, and the pair of them paused in silence briefly, perhaps exchanging words between themselves.
Hector accepted Asad’s offer. His cloud-coated hand touched the Shard, and a shiver shot up the length of his arm and straight into his brain.
And a sense of familiarity washed over him.
But nothing else happened, seemingly.
He’d stopped walking with the group, he realized, and began to feel a bit light-headed. He needed to pay better attention to his surroundings, he told himself, rubbing his forehead. He’d been letting himself get distracted way too easily, especially in this new and dangerous place. He was supposed to be staying alert.
“Are you okay?” Asad and Qorvass had stayed back with him. The others had stopped just ahead of them, and Garovel was floating over now as well.
“Y-yeah...” He inhaled deeply, thinking. The daze in his head was clearing. He couldn’t hear Rasalased. But maybe he needed to initiate the conversation. He wasn’t sure how else to begin, so he just tried to concentrate on the Shard, to think into it. ‘...Hello?’
‘...Hector?’ came the response.
And he blinked. Multiple times. Because, somehow, he could immediately tell who he was talking to. And it wasn’t Rasalased. It was Emiliana Elroy.