Castle addresses the pawn. In a pleasant poetic rhythm, she talks about metaphor and resonance, symbols and associations. The light in the room seems to dim. Castle acquires a sort of faint aura depicting a round stone tower with blocky crenellations, a rook writ large; Royal acquires a faint golden crown on her head and a faint silver sword on her back. Vampire Two is at first unchanged, then acquires a hint of a vague and formless shadow hovering at his edges.
A minute or so passes. Castle continues speaking softly as these images solidify. The ceiling of the room acquires the appearance of a sky and cycles from night to clouded day to night again, starry and moonless. Then she inquires of the pawn what it might like to grow up to be.
The response is slow in coming. Castle waits in silence for several seconds. Then the knight in front of Vampire Two flares. A spark of white light travels from it to the pawn. The spark grows, reaches out, wraps around Vampire Two, and settles into a mantle of light. Something that might be a cloak, but carries a hint of wings. It displaces his shadowy aura almost completely.
Castle thanks the pawn. The images fade.
"Interesting," she says. "A knight metaphor, but not a strong one; I'm pretty sure it was trying to tell me you make a solid pawn too. And your knight metaphor isn't that usual either. Knight-as-cloak? It makes sense, kind of, but I wouldn't have come up with it on my own."
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Castle addresses the pawn. In a pleasant poetic rhythm, she talks about metaphor and resonance, symbols and associations. The light in the room seems to dim. Castle acquires a sort of faint aura depicting a round stone tower with blocky crenellations, a rook writ large; Royal acquires a faint golden crown on her head and a faint silver sword on her back. Vampire Two is at first unchanged, then acquires a hint of a vague and formless shadow hovering at his edges.
A minute or so passes. Castle continues speaking softly as these images solidify. The ceiling of the room acquires the appearance of a sky and cycles from night to clouded day to night again, starry and moonless. Then she inquires of the pawn what it might like to grow up to be.
The response is slow in coming. Castle waits in silence for several seconds. Then the knight in front of Vampire Two flares. A spark of white light travels from it to the pawn. The spark grows, reaches out, wraps around Vampire Two, and settles into a mantle of light. Something that might be a cloak, but carries a hint of wings. It displaces his shadowy aura almost completely.
Castle thanks the pawn. The images fade.
"Interesting," she says. "A knight metaphor, but not a strong one; I'm pretty sure it was trying to tell me you make a solid pawn too. And your knight metaphor isn't that usual either. Knight-as-cloak? It makes sense, kind of, but I wouldn't have come up with it on my own."