Verdigris Ravine if we lose our touch, it won’t mean much

the aura around ephraim had always intrigued qiao, but there were some things it forbade her to do by its bristling presence alone.

ephraim propped himself upright on his angled elbows, eyes upon her. but it was not his eyes alone that watched qiao.

there were times in private the seer had attempted to cast her to’lang to the earth and scy from the sigils what the spirits said of ephraim’s true nature. these efforts were always thwarted by a blue haze and a glare of streaking yellow.

qiao cast the sigil-bones into the red dirt.