Dance Of Death (Wrath Of Gods Precursor 2)

Six: Science Projects One-O-One Observation, Question, Hypothesis, Prediction

HOLLY:
    I hurried out of the little home, tugging my shirt straight as I tossed my braid over a shoulder. Tinker lit lamps lit the way from home to home. Tinker lit lamps, lit with pure undiluted indigoism. If my theory proved correct, then we had a true way to use indigoism, to manufacture and sell it. I paused at that thought, the tinker sitting on my shoulder, holding on to my pointed ear for balance. "Was this the best idea, and therefore, was it something Huntor already knew?" I was reminded of the iBoards, the phones, all the tech that Shawn had created with, with, with, with indigoism. And not just the tech, but the Symbol itself, the main dinner hall, filled with those glassworks and table, the plateau made from pure indigoism stone. "What?" Asked the tinker. "Is this the best idea?" I asked. "I mean, what if he already knows? What if we've already been using and trying to make things out of this?" I held up the ball of indigoism, the ball still shifted between all eight colors. She sighed dramatically. "Please, it is a good idea, even if he is already aware of it." I stared off into the distance. "Look, why don't you just wake the Starlight Goddess then?" I frowned. "Why, so you can bow and scrape at her boots?" "I resent that, I don't deny it, but I resent it." I snorted. "Besides, she could be barefooted for all you know." "Barefoot, not barefooted." "Same difference." She said.
    "Fine, we'll go wake her up then." I walked in another direction, toward Luna's house. When we reached her door, I knocked softly, knowing sound carried well enough, especially to the right ears. Then, I knocked again, then again, then, again. "Try harder, I don't think you woke the Gigaians." "Why don't you try knocking." "Fine." She fluttered toward the door and knocked smartly, her tiny fist making barely a sound. "Apparently that joke went over your head, literally." "I—" she cut herself off. "Oh make fun of the tiny tinker, big bully." Then as if perfectly timed, the door opened, showing Luna, who's face was flushed, as if, as if, as, if. As if she had recently, just recently, been pleasured, or, the one giving the pleasure. I had seen that look in Mama's and Mom's eyes and faces all too often to mistake it for anything other than sexual pleasure. Hell, to be fair, it wasn't like I hadn't had any experience in the self part of pleasuring. "Holly, what are you doing, do you know what time it is?" "The real question." I said, a wolfish smirk on my face. "Is what are you doing? Who are you making love to, or, who is making love to you, or, who are you making love with?" "HOLLY." Luna's face blushed even deeper as she covered her mouth with a hand. "What? It's a question, a perfectly logical question under the circumstances." Luna scowled, her face flushing even more.
    "We had a different, more, important, question to ask you." Said the tinker, squeezing my earlobe as she fluttered to my side. I swatted her away. "Fine fine fine." I said. "I need you, but I also need Huntor and Sydney too." I gestured. Luna sighed and looked down at her long shirt and bare legs. "Why me?" She asked before closing her door. After a while later she listened as I wrapped up my theories. "So, you go from writing in a diary, to letting the tinker tease you, and then drip glitter on to the book, then you realize it's actually indigoism given form?" "In a sense, yep." I said. "And you believe that with this," she gestured to the ball in my hands, the size of a softball. "That we can shape it, give it a command, it does that command, and what, it benefit the indigo as a whole?" I nodded. Luna breathed deeply, in, and out. Then, her eyes widened.
    "I wonder if Shawn is aware of this. When we first started making the indigo weapons and pendants, I and joy, didn't really know what we were doing. Shawn just kinda, guided us on the right path. But, still, I wonder, just wonder if he knows. He's been the brains behind all the greater indigo works. And still is, as far as we know anyway." She considered. "He has to know, there is no way, unless he's using a different form of it, but it all comes from the same source, from the tinkers." "Maybe he has some in his blood, tinker blood I mean. Maybe that's why, maybe he knew without truly knowing, a subconscious thing." I supplied. "Because in a sense, indigoism allows us to do all we do. To shift, to travel via the portals, to even speak the normal indigo tongues, because shit knows we'd never have learned them as swiftly. Hell, maybe it strengthens our capacity to learn in general so we're battle ready in months rather than years. "I think Huntor did say that it was because of indigoism that we were able to fight in the keeper war so well, but I don't think he truly realized just how right he was."
    "Maybe not." I said. "He has a way of knowing things without truly realizing it, or just dropping the ball on us every now and then without telling us." Luna nodded. "I just go with it." "Yes, I know. I think the majority of anyone who'd be your sister would hate that." "You've no idea." Said Luna. I snorted. Snorted, because the woman had just made a rude sarcastic joke about Joy. Luna smiled. "Oh don't mind me," said the tinker, still on my shoulder. "I'll just stand here on her shoulder, taking up space and being a doormat." "You do know you're at perfect liberty to chime in at any time." I said. "Oh Holly you can be so cruel." "Don't mind her," I said to Luna. "Hyperbole is in her nature." "Asshole." "See." Luna just laughed. We turned and saw Huntor and Sydney's house at the end of the road. I quickened my pace, excitement in every step. Luna hurried to catch up. When I reached to knock, the door opened. Sydney stood there, a polite smile on her face. "Holly it's good to see you Sweetheart." THe complement, with the deep sincerity in her eyes, threw me off guard for a second. Then the affectionate hug she gave me, threw me for a harder loop. I hugged her back, my heart squeezing tightly as tears unwillingly filled my eyes. It was like being hugged by an aunt, which of course reminded me of Aunt Diana, which of course, reminded me of her death, wich, of, course, reminded me of Mama's pain.
    She pulled away, her eyes filled with deep unhinged understanding. "Yes," she murmured, the tinker discretely floating away. "I understand all all all too well. Remember where I came from." Of course, Sydney probably bore the weight of agony more than anyone else besides Nyx. Created as an IndoDragon by Dargonue, she was created to bare the dark spirit of Arachne, the Dark Spider Queen. Just as Huntor, was created. Theories passed around to the idea if the Snow Queen Kneecora whether or not created Huntor to help Sydney bare the Dark Queen, or, if he was created as Sydney's opposition so Kneecora could work against the darkness. Something Huntor had put in the works to let her memory live in some form of light. Yet, when they met, when they were imprisoned together, their bond had started clicking in. By then, it was too late. So, she had decided to orchestrate something different. Tear them apart, and force Sydney's already broken mind to shatter even more, and, who to find her than Amanda. And mashed Huntor and Zavala together, then shatter them as to break Huntor's spirits even more. Yet, once more, when Sydney and Huntor met, something more happened between them, and when Arachne tried to have them killed, they died, and were destroyed from their IndoDragon bodies, and rose, as the one thing that could truly overthrow her power, the Ilio Drakous, The Sun Dragons.
    Knowing that, knowing that truly, Sydney had it so much worse, made me ashamed of everything I felt. Made me feel such shame that I could wallow so deeply in my own pain and not even take into account what Sydney or Huntor could be going through. Two beings who were created, not even born, but created, created illegally, and used all their lives. I shook myself, pushing all of it aside. I came here for something. "Can I see you both?" "Of course you can." She took my hand, discretely not looking at the thing I carried in the other hand. She lead us into the dinner area. "Huntor's just in the kitchen, cooking a little meal." "Seriously?" Asked Luna. Sydney smiled. "He had a little premonition that someone would come. Come with news of something." "I wish I had." Luna muttered. "I was rudely interrupted." "Having sex." I supplied to Sydney's raised brows. Luna flushed again as the tinker squealed, "Holly." Sydney chuckled darkly. "Something she no doubt got from her mother." "The loose tongue, yeah, I know." Luna grumbled. Huntor came out the kitchen, baring a tray with dishes on it. "Oooh yay, I'm famished." I said. Luna rolled her eyes.
    "Well eat up Holly." He said, setting down the tray. "And do tell us why you've gathered us here." I grabbed a dish and began filling it. "Well, I was," suddenly, I felt a little self-conscious. But I hurriedly set that aside, knowing why Huntor would do this. TO make me comfortable enough to talk freely. Clever male. "Well I was writing in the diary you gave me." "Ah, found a use for it did you?" He asked, his single eye twinkling knowingly. "Well, there were some things I found." I said. "Anyway, I was writing in it, and my tinker here was teasing me, as she does." The tinker in question huffed. "And, I had her drop that dust on to the pages to light the pages, I don't really know exactly why, but, we did, and I realized something while she was doing it, and, by the time I had, some of it got into my hands, and." I raised my hand, opening it to the ball of pure indigoism. "That," said Huntor. "Is that what I think it is?" I nodded. "Huntor," Luna said. "Did you know of this, of pure indigoism as a substance?" "Yes, and no." He said. "I knew of it as a substance, but not one we could truly gather. In the dinner hall, all along the Symbol, the stuff just kind of, appears, growing at the rate Aquilla wills it. Yet," He stared at the ball of indigoism, still shifting through colors. "That's not all." I said. Readying for the big bang. "Could we give indigoism true to it's ideals, create symbols out of it, actual true symbols that provided a specific function?"
    Huntor stared at me, his mouth in a feral wolfish grin. "Can we indeed." He mused. "Have you tried?" "No." I said. "I only speculated, because I thought about all indigo as a whole. How we don't truly shift so much as our bodies transform, moving through indigoism. Indigoism allows our bodies to shift between one form to another. The werewolves, the dracons, even the vampires have it. All the creatures, yet," I waved at the tinker. "As far as we know, only the tinkers can truly produce it to this kind of effect. So, if this is a physical substance, can we shape it, give it a command, and it function?" Huntor smiled even more broadly. "There Holly, those are fair good theories and questions, yet then there's the follow up, will the tinkers as a populous, help us in the creation of such a thing, how much of the indigoism can they truly produce on their own and as a whole. Then, if those are answered, how much would require symbols, what kind of symbols do we create, what kind do we not create."
    I nodded the idea having already passed through my head when I thought about it earlier. "There will no doubt be indigo who use that kind of tool against us. Already there may be those who may have even already come up with that kind of idea, hell, the humans might have done something akin to your theories. Might have already attempted something like that." He leaned back, thinking out loud. "There are many many variables to the theory. There are pros and cons to it. But it's a sound one, hell, a deeply sound theory." He looked toward Sydney who nodded. "Say what's on your mind Love." She smiled. "I was merely waiting for you to finish planning sixty miles ahead of today." He laughed. "That I was certainly doing." Sydney ate, and said, "All in all, Holly, this is a major leap. I agree and am proud you brought this to our attention. The next step has already been taken, you informed us, and the Starlight Goddess. THe next step is we bring the council forward, and discuss this as a whole. Then, we move from there, informing the major powerhouses, the dracon Lords and Queens, the Dodonians, the Gigaians, all the major powerhouses, and we come to an agreement that works worldwide. And, that's not to mention we inform the Symbol on Earth, they'll wanna know, especially if Shawn has already been working with indigoism, or, if he didn't realize that there is another way." She said.