This fanfic piece was released on Riven Lyst 7/19/00

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Salar looked out into the morning's sudden deluge. Its flashing and thunderous approach had been her alarm call this a.m. It ripped into her new day like an angel's cry. There could be no explorations today save within herself, but even this was the Maker's gift. Her mind needed time to consider her latest discoveries.

The rained settled down into rope-like threads outside the door. The grey Mysty liquid strength of it fell like a curtain o'er the worlds beyond. It seemed fitting that it should be so, for just as the Maker of all now held her explorations to this narrow place, her mind too seemed to find but little compass in the new mysteries that loomed on a now but hazy horizon.

Her mind filled with questions. These scraps of journals...the mysterious communication of far away minds..were they lines upon a map of discovery or something more ominous? Perhaps they would lead her to some cavernous pit from which she might never return.

Of course if it was a nice pit....who would mind? She smiled inwardly. She avidly enjoyed puzzles… when she could solve them. Would she succeed this time?

Time would tell, even if nothing else did.

Salar settled back against the wall. There was time to think now that her dinner was baking. She nestled into the hallway, sighing at her thoughts. So many numbers...so many drawings. Perhaps she should try to make models of the machinery sketched in the fragments...perhaps the numbers were the measurements of them. They apparently weren't dates.

She thought what they might measure...time, space, perhaps..even.. stars? For surely these worlds had a place in their glimmering lights. Bookmarked not just in D'ni libraries but in the heavens? Or perhaps they marked some other place..like a combination that unraveled the slight strong lines of a Spyder's web. There were so many possibilities.

She took a protractor from her right pocket, and realized its sharp edge had gouged an angular rip into her robe's brightly colored tapestry. Red, green, blue threads protruded from the rent place. Hmmmm ..she would need similar threads to weave them invisibly back into the larger whole. Where had she seen them before? Salar opened nearby drawers still holding the tool in her hand. This wasn't the most efficient way to search, she told herself.

Salar placed the angle-marker on a nearby grid-marked table. She would need to be more guarded with it in future..perhaps she should store it in her leather journal?

A sudden clap of thunder startled her backwards, causing her to tip over a Gemedet board onto the old stones. So...the surprises weren't over. Very well, she would remain prepared. She gathered up the pieces, examining the old game pieces as she did so. She stopped and admired again the intricate carving of the master craftsmen who must have spent long hours developing each design and graceful line. They were a pleasure even when the games were done, for there was so much to be learned from their construction. She sat them back in their accustomed space. It was time to consider her next movements.

Salar took out her needle and began working the green thread patiently into the larger framework of the robe as set herself to wait once more. She glanced out every once in a while looking for a break in the clouds..for then she would have other work to do.

Meantime..this would occupy her hands.