Location:The Pavilion — The Workshop, The Sanctuary Slope
Date/Time:18–21 Flamefade 9943 AZI, Restday to Temperday (outside)
Realm:Lower Realm
Amaya said hum four times before she gave up on words altogether, and Isha did not blame her. There were not many words for a working in any tongue that was still spoken. There had been more once. He had known most of them, and had let a great many of them go, over the long quiet years inside things, because there had been nobody to say them to.
"Again," he said. "If you would. Not the word. The thing itself."
Amaya was sitting on the workshop bench in the small gray-and-white shape she had come back in, with her tail round her feet and her mismatched eyes narrowed in concentration. She did not like being asked to do a thing four times. Isha could see that. She was doing it anyway.
