The Heartwood i am the self-consumer of my woes—

the bright-eyed thing drew near, and as most, the focus of her attention was the stone of which potema herself had spoken so powerfully. relmyna extended a trusting forepaw and nudged the clear hard surface closer to the girl. long hours spent inside the transparent chaos had taught the woman discernment — this one was of no threat to her. to the yearling's words, the evoker gave a roll of her shoulders and put her head to one side. it was a vessel of the gods; that was all relmyna knew to be her truth.