But I need him now.
Aria tucked the sling into her belt and opened the pouch of stones. She touched her fingertips to one of the cool spheres.
Her mind opened with staggering force. Light surged through her, illuminating every thought, every facet of knowledge that she carried inside her. The substance on the dart was a paralyzing agent. It would wear off in about four hours if not reinforced. When used as a weapon against people or animals, an antidote was generally carried.
Aria shook her hand and the stone fell, but the light didn't fade. It carried her down the tunnel to the corpses. The light was a shield and a bind. It moved her hands while she watched, bemused, from the back of her mind. Her strong fingers ripped open the corpse's tool belt and found a flat case the size of her hand. Her fingernail pried the cover open. Inside lay a selection of color-coded needles. Her hand selected the blue one and the light drew her back to Jay. It reached her arm out until the needle drove itself into the Skyman's neck. It held her there for a dozen or so heartbeats and then drew her arm back. The needle came away with it, and Jay blinked.
The light winked out and Aria dropped to the floor. Her heart spasmed madly and her stomach heaved. She coughed and gagged against her bile.
"Aria?" Jay croaked.
"I'm here." She pushed herself upright.
Jay was sitting up too. His eyes looked dazed, but at least they were focusing.
"What happened?" he asked.
Aria swallowed bile and blotted at the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. "I don't know." The stone lay on the floor, as perfect and beautiful as it had ever been. "This place may be having an effect on my namestones." Or on me. She lifted her free hand away from the floor that felt so much like the skin of her stones. Nameless Powers preserve me.
"Can you stand?" Jay drew his legs under him in a series of short jerks.
Aria nodded. "Can you?"
Pressing his hands against the corridor wall, Jay climbed to his feet. "Looks like it." He lifted his hands carefully away from the wall, and stayed standing.
Aria undid her headcloth and wrapped one end around her hand before she picked up her stone to return it to the pouch. She clenched her muscles and lifted herself to her feet without touching the corridor's surface.
"Let's go." Jay's walk was wobbly at first, but it improved rapidly. He stepped between the corpses without hesitation, or even a second look.
Aria felt a cold void in the pit of her stomach. There were three bodies on the floor, and Jay had killed them all. That merited something, a prayer, or a curse at the very least.
What have I allied my self with? she wondered as she picked her own path between them. She tried to tell herself that she was just overreacting. She had seen too much death and blood in the past two days and it was making her squeamish.
The cold did not fade. She touched the pouch of her sling to check the load.
Walk softly, whatever you are, she thought toward Jay's back as he disappeared through the lighted archway. Neither you nor I have any time for games.
She followed Jay through the threshold, very aware of the cluster of shadows trailing along at her right hand. They did not pause for blood or death either.
The chamber beyond the archway was even more staggeringly strange than the common room aboard the U-Kenai had been. Feathery stars pressed against the walls, creating a net that caught the drifting shadows and held them in place.
So they can get a really long look. Aria shuddered.
Then, she saw the bank of arias. A dozen stones, sisters to the ones she had carried for all her adult life, nestled in fitted sockets and reflecting the patterns of light and shadow that filled the bizarre room.
Jay stood beside the bank, waiting for her with a look close to lust in his eyes. His poncho hung loosely about his shoulders and she could see the holster for his weapon on his hip.
"Is there anything I need to do?" he asked. His voice was carefully controlled. It betrayed no emotion.
Aria's gaze swept across the stones. The air in the room was all but humming from the tension Jay radiated.
I wish I'd come alone. I wish I'd brought Eric. She rubbed her palm against her stones' pouch, feeling the smooth, soft leather. Ancestress, you had the Servant with you. I have no idea what I've brought with me.
She looked hungrily at the stones that waited in front of her like an invitation.
I have to do this, and I have to have someone to stand by. The Vitae could send reinforcements at any time. The stones could overwhelm me like they did Broken Trail.
"Just keep watch," she said to Jay. "If anything happens, pull me away from the stones." Jay nodded, but the shining eagerness hadn't left his eyes.
Will he do it? She bit her lip. Well, at least nothing's going to sneak up behind me. The vision of the Vitae corpses came to her far too clearly.
The stones gleamed in their sockets, right where her hands would rest comfortably if she sat in the rotted chair in front of the bank. She reached out toward the closest sphere. Her mouth went dry in the same instant. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind open as she dropped her hand onto the smooth, cool curve.
A flood wave of sensations crashed down on her. Every sense screamed in instant pain as blazing colors, distorted sounds, a thousand overwhelming smells drove straight into her, pummeling every nerve. Underneath it all rose a hideous incomprehensible pleading. Someone, somewhere, begged to be heard.
But she couldn't hear. She couldn't think, she couldn't sort out any of the burning, blazing, stench that poured through her.
As fast as it began, it was gone. She was back in her own body with nothing but her own senses and the world immediately outside them. Arms cradled her.
Eric? she thought with a kind of instinctual need. She peeled open her eyes. Jay's face leaned over her, blocking out the ceiling.
"You fell." He blurted the words out. "What happened?"
The abrupt question brought old, comfortable anger to her. "This despised one is fine, thank you for asking, my lord." Aria gripped the edge of the bank and pulled herself out of his arms. The shock was fading rapidly. She actually felt surprisingly well, except for the raw sensation in her heart left from the strange, strong pleading that she'd felt, more than heard.
She picked herself up off the floor and eyed the arias in their sockets.
"Perhaps," she murmured, more to herself than to Jay, "the problem is that these are not my stones."
Aria undid her pouch and drew out one of her namestones. She dropped it into an empty socket. It landed with a sharp click. She leaned her palm against it and closed her eyes.
For a long moment, she did nothing but stand there looking intently at the insides of her eyelids and feeling mildly foolish.
Then, something stirred. Her heart began to beat lightly, quickly. Something shifted. She could taste iron in her mouth and feel the air tingling in her lungs. The floor pushed heavily against the bottoms of her boots, just like the stone pushed against her palm. Her awareness stretched down to the floor and out to the stone. She met no resistance. She passed through the pressure and expanded, spreading herself out through the floor until she found the walls. She arched up to meet herself where she filled the control console. She wrapped herself solidly around the room as if she was embracing one of her children.
Aria opened her eyes. She saw her hand on the stone, but the awareness of it was superimposed over the sight of the rest of the room, all of it, seen from all angles. She looked up from the floor and down from the ceiling and out from all the walls. She felt the disturbances Jay's breath made in the air and the heat from his body, and her own. She felt the gentle pressure where feet stood. She felt portions of the room stir, as she might feel her heart beat, or her lungs breathe.