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Aria's face went white and she stared at
him for a long time. Once her lips moved, but she didn't speak. Lightly, she
touched the burned or torn placed places on her clothes and the long slit high
on her shoulder, stained with the blood of the wound Bennu had healed. Her
clothes were simple, all of the same dark blue -- a loose, sleeveless tunic,
falling halfway to her knees, and wide, baggy pants stuck into knee-hi leather
boots. Headband, wristbands, belt and buckles of mother-of-pearl completed her
most definitely un-Elrad look. Bennu wondered how he could have been mistaken
-- yet she was Khahli, in size, coloring, voice and manner.
"Analogs," Aria said suddenly,
relief in her tone. "That narrows the possible realms I could be in."
She seemed to have forgotten about Bennu, and spoke her thoughts out loud. "By
the Lion! What can I do without Reydell? And what about the doors?"
With very little questioning, they both
knew for sure what had occurred. Aria and Khahli, and Bennu and Reydell, were
doubles, analogs, each other's counterparts in a different plane of existence.
Reydell and Aria were doormasters, guarding the entrances of other planes
against mis-use and accident. The Gryf, her plane's analog of the Yago, had
tried to get through to Bennu's plane. In the battle, the door had opened
enough for Aria and Reydell to fall through before closing. Bennu's dream had
been caused by a spontaneous link with his analog. It had been real. Dreaming he
helped Khahli, he had pulled Aria to safety and separated the doormasters.
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