Sim with his sandy hair represents the light one who, surprisingly, is represented by the shadow shaped man in Nina's drawing. His other hand was hidden by a large, round object that Nina had somehow managed to color a metallic bronze. The skin of his face was tan, but the hand he held poised upright was a bright red. On his chest was a bright insignia that looked like an autumn leaf, red on the outside brightening to orange near the middle, with a straight black stem. I finished unrolling the paper, revealing a third figure, larger than the other two. His hand was solid as a rock, and his dark Cealdish complexion was tanned even darker than usual Unlike most Cealdish men he was clean-shaven and wore his hair long, pulled back into a tail. Look how the giller Viari is described.Ī tall, lean Cealdish man opened the door behind the entry desk. There were eight figures on the pot, but Nina's drawing only features three characters. So the University represents the tower, the road the Fae, and Imre is the mortal world. That's where the tower used to be, and the tower burned. The road between is warm velvet night with old trees, but the grassy field where the Cthaeh's tree is kept? Sunlight. The Man, The Lady, Old Holly.īut look at the quotes again. It all comes back to the three primary characters. I decided I would go as far as that tree, then head back. The trail I followed seemed to be leading to a lone tree standing in the grassy field. Still I continued, enjoying the feel of sunlight on my skin after so long in the dim twilight of Felurian’s glade. So this seemed a clear sign I was well outside the bounds of where I ought to be. All the parts of the Fae Felurian had shown me had been forested. The trees gave way to a great grassy plain. Eventually, the last hint of purple was gone, leaving the sky a perfect velvet black, flecked with unfamiliar stars. Above us, the twilight sky was slowly growing darker. At first I thought it was simply the branches of the trees arching over our heads. The warm velvet night where there is nothing but old trees and long grass bending.Īs we walked the forest grew darker. It's the road between the two, the space between. The boys know many other things, but none of them seem as important as this. They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them. Perhaps some part of them does, but they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die. The three boys, one dark, one light, and one-for lack of a better word-fiery, do not notice the night. The night is perfect in a wild way, almost terrifyingly beautiful. Here on the road between the two there is nothing but old trees and long grass bending to the wind. The University and Imre are the hearts of understanding and art, the strongest of the four corners of civilization. The stars, burning diamonds in the cloudless sky, turn the road beneath their feet a silver grey. The night is like warm velvet around them. Then I got to Ch 59, NotW 'All This Knowing' and I noticed something big. One Dark, One Light, One Fiery I was revisiting a couple parts while looking into my next theory and ended up getting distracted and just.
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