Nothing moved. The snow had stopped in the air over the whole of the farm, and nothing on either side of the furrow had moved since.
On the eastern ridge, the Shepherd's Unfathomables stood in their ranks with their hands at their sides, and the Half-Unfathomables behind them barely breathed. On the western side, the silver wings hung open and still, and the two vast obsidian giants behind them had turned every one of their faces toward the field.
Behind the line, Henry stood with his wings half spread and every eye along them open, watching his father's back. Thalia stood at his left with her golden tentacles lifted. In the coop, the stellar chickens had gone silent all at once, and the only sound anywhere on the farm was the low running of the three rivers.
Noah stood in front of the furrow with Elpis in his hands, and for a long while, he did nothing at all!
