Under a Starless Sky novel Chapter 30

Candace woke to the smell of breakfast, roasted Irk. She screamed, sitting up, putting her back against tree. Her scream brought three Irks out of the shadow. She stopped screaming. Shen petted Irksome and thanked him for watching out for them. They retreated.

“I didn’t dream that? It really happened?!” Candace asked.

“It really happened,” Shen said.

“You’re friends with Irks?”

“I wouldn’t say all Irks. I am apparently imprinted on Irksome. Their social structure is much more complicated than I imagined. I think his lady friends follow his lead. We are either under his protection, or they think I am the alpha,” Shen said. “I don’t speak Irk. They may just recognize human as not Irk and we’re Irksome’s property. In that case, they will protect us as if we were eggs.”

Candace didn’t have a response.

“Have something to eat,” Shen said.

She assessed the bounty, not understanding. The rotisserie seemed professionally made, not something thrown together out of whatever one could find in the wilderness. With the proper tools made available by TL, Shen had made quick work of the Irk carcasses. Nothing went to waste. He had several almost perfect stretches of leather hide, connecting trees. They were absolutely perfect from Candace perspective- and since she knew Shen hated killing things, she probably didn’t understand how he had done it so skillfully- so quickly. A bundle of feathers, sorted by down or quill quality, in gunny sacks made from hemp; manifested through replicator technology. Several jars of pitch. Several bags of Irk jerky, already dried and preserved with salts. An assortment of bones, some for tools, some for grounding for bone meal for food or gardening. There were jars full of bone meal. There was more material here than the two of them could carry back to Midelay. What he didn’t take, the Irks ate.

“Who are you?” Candace asked.

“I am Shen, your hated brother,” Shen said.

“You take that back! I have never hated you,” Candace snapped.

“You’re angered by my perception,” Shen said.

“You frustrate the hell out of me, but I have always stood up for you,” Candace said. “Where is the tree spirit?”

“I am sorry?” Shen said.

“Your woman friend. Or was she the dream? Is she human, or tree spirit? Are you really friends with the trees?” Candace asked.

Shen debated not telling her.

“I am not crazy,” Candace said.

“You are not crazy,” Shen said. “I call her TL. Technically, the acronym is TLC, Torch Light Companion. This particular personality interface happens to be a mirror of my friend. Someone I love very dearly. They’re connected in a way I don’t know how to describe. Usually when TLC is first activated, the personality interface is constructed out of subconscious archetypes that the user will likely respond well to. This TLC was pre-established, and because of my link with her origin self, she maintained this form. The deeper reality of her is much more complicated, but then, that is true for all of us, isn’t it?”

“I don’t understand anything you just said,” Candace said.

“It isn’t necessary,” Shen said.

“Your friend is distant? She can bilocate?” Candace asked.

“Um,” Shen said, amused. “That is one way to look at it. Close enough. Yeah. Why not.”

“She’s a master?!” Candace said.

“She is. She is the embodiment of pure love,” Shen said.

“I really don’t understand you, or anything you have said, but I accept this, you are a shaman and can’t speak rationally,” Candace said. She suddenly became worried and went for the branch that fell with her. She put her hands on it. “No! I slept too long.” She started to cry.

“Have her touch it again,” TL said, direct to Shen’s brain.

“Touch it again,” Shen said.

Candace put her hand on it. TL provided information from the infrared and ultraviolet wavelengths, translated into a medium and overlaying it with his normal vision- so Shen could see what she saw. The leaves were glowing. He suddenly had insight, not from TL, not from Candace, but a direct transmission from the tree. He spoke what he heard, or at least, what he was translating.

“The tree accepted you. You are now one,” Shen said. “Shape this branch into a staff and your gift will be revealed.”

“Are you one with a tree, too?” Candace asked.

“There is only one tree,” Shen said.

“That can’t be true,” Candace said. She stood up. She paused. Her leg was healed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Shen said.

Candace recovered her bag and brought out paint. She prepared to paint the tree.

“Midelay is that way,” Shen pointed.

“What?”

“You paint the side facing Midelay,” Shen said.