Location:North Kessig — the survey camp on dead ground, a held tent
Date/Time:29 Flamefade 9943 AZI, Grindday
Realm:Lower Realm
Steady was the word Eden would have written, if she had been writing it for somebody else. The instrument sat cold and flat in her palm, held a hand's width over the woman's breastbone, not touching, and the small face of it showed her the shape she had been looking at for five days now in child after child on the mountain: a ring of eleven, threads to an empty heart, and on the eleventh, a hook.
Except that in the children it had been a whisper. Barely there above the noise. Something she'd had to want to see.
This was not a whisper.
