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July 20, 2004 | |
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Gideon Club, Study...
Mora considers the room. Her brow furrows when she notes Yosannah, "Good turning."
Yosannah stands before the bar. She seems to be skimming over a newspaper when Mora arrives. Her gaze slides to the woman, "Mora." She seems surprised at the sight of the woman, "Hello."
Mora's gaze seems to be contemplative, "I was actually hoping to find you here." She approaches the bar.
Mora grabs a glass and pours herself some port.
Yosannah closes the paper, folding it end over end. Without looking at the lady she inquires, "Oh." The reply is simple and anticipating further explaination.
Mora sips her port and says simply, "I want to be one of the horsemen."
Yosannah's brow rises and her eyes go wide in disbelief. As if she is not entirely sure she heard the woman's word's correction, "I beg your pardon."
Mora takes another sip of her port and nods to reaffirm her words.
Yosannah lifts both hands to her face and burries her visage within them. She shakes her head and then lets her fingers slide over her hair, "Mora. You say that as if there is some registry somewhere where I can just sign you up." She mocks, "Hurry, hurry. Sign up soon while supplies last. They're going fast, kids. I mean..." She lifts her shoulders, "why would you even consider such a thing."
Mora shrugs, "You would know better than anyone else if someone wanted out."
Yosannah suggests, "They don't work that way. They..." her words fade and she shakes her head. For lack of anything else to say she offers, "No. None of the others have informed me that they want out."
Mora raises an eyebrow, "Matthew informed me he wanted out and passed the mantle on. That is not the way it works?" She seems faintly amused, "Is there a challenge involved?"
Yosannah inquires, "A challenge?"
Mora sips her ports, "To prove a more suitable...host?"
Yosannah answers, sincerely enough, "I don't know. I can only speak in terms of my relationship with the creature I host." She sighs, "I suppose I can go so far as to say that those relationship that seem most symbiotic are the most enduring or long lasting. If that is what you mean."
Mora nods, "Perhaps you would care to pass my offer on to the others?"
Yosannah considers this and responds with, "Right." She nods her head, repeatedly. And then, "Why are you doing this?"
Mora's voice is quiet, "I have my reasons, and I believe I am informed."
Yosannah lifts a hand and the index finger thereon, "So, let me be clear. You're not going to offer me any explaination for your reasons, and I am to march off and share your invation with the others." She snaps her fingers, "just like that."
Mora shakes her head, "I am not asking you to convince anyone of anything. Any of the horsemen is free to contact me, and I am asking you to pass the message on, because you know enough about me to hopefully know I would not make a blind decision."
Yosannah urges, "And you know enough about me to know that there is no way I'm going to pass on anything of the sort without knowning what your intentions are, Mora." She offers, matter-of-factly, "I happen to have a personal stake in this. I case you hadn't noticed."
Mora sighs, "I believe in the cause."
Yosannah laughs out of surprise, not to mock. It is a single short exhileration of breath. "The cause? Mora, I don't even profess to know what the cause is. After all these years. Christ, I don't even know that there is a cause."
Mora takes another sip of her port, "Well, that is the perfect reason for new blood. There should be a cause."
"Mora. These beings act throug us. Not by us. It's cause. It's reason for being is not my own. Your will would not be your own." She shakes her head.
Mora says "You said yourself it was a symbiotic relationship."
Yosannah offers, "Symbiotic in the sense that I've acquired some of its talents, and in return it acts through me as it sees fit. I suppose I should say that it is more of an acceptance of our mutual situation. But its ends and means are not ecessarily my own, Mora. In fact, there are a great many things about Pestilence that I don't subscribe to."
Mora takes another sip of her port, "That is a shame."
The lady's response seems to cause some apprehension in Yosannah as evidenced by her expression.
Mora's expression is earnest, "But what if you were of one mind? Oh, what you could achieve."
Yosannah's expression belies support of Mora's machinations. In fact, she seems rather dissapointed.
Mora raises an eyebrow, "You disagree?"
There is a long pregnant pause of silence before Yosannah replies, "I think that anyone who thinks that they are the ones to cause the horsemen to be of one mind so that things can be achieved, is diluting themselves."
Mora shakes her head, "That is not what I meant. It seems to me you could accomplish more if you were of one mind with your horseman."
Yosannah inquires, "Accomplish. What's to accomplish." The question is almost rhetorical.
Mora looks curious now, "If you do not believe there is anything to accomplish, why maintain the relationship?"
Yosannah opens her mouth to speak but whatever is on the tip of her tongue is bitten back and she reconsiders. "Maybe. I don't have a choice anymore."
Mora considers the other woman, "Do you want one?"
Yosannah retorts, knowing what Mora is suggesting it would seem, "No, Mora. There are no choices to be made where this is concerned."
Mora holds up her hands, "I am not suggesting anything, merely asking."
Yosannah repeats, despite Mora's assurances, "No." With that she reaches for her newspaper and begins to roll it into a tube shape.
Mora falls silent.
As if Mora's silence is a cue, Yosannah nods and distances herself from the bar, "I'm gonna head to bed. It's been a long one."
Mora nods, "Nice talking to you." She sips her port and watches Yosannah depart.