Noah held sixty-one percent of THE Verdant Regard, and he used it to study her.
He took his time. Inside the Quantum Dream, time was something he could afford, and a chance to study an Ancient's existence this closely might come only once. So he sat inside her and watched how she worked.
Her Regard was a simple thing at its root, and terrible in its simplicity. When she looked at something, her gaze put down roots in it. Thin green threads of ownership, finer than hair, sank into whatever her eyes touched and began to grow, and the longer she looked, the deeper they went, until the thing she was looking at belonged to her garden and forgot it had ever belonged to anything else.
Every leaf in her dream was an eye because every eye was a root. Her whole existence was a single long gaze that had stayed fixed, Age after Age, on whatever it wanted.
|THE Verdant Regard's Immensity: Regard.|
|Her gaze plants roots of ownership in whatever it touches.|
