17 i) Abia is deep in meditation when the gang comes out of their frozen comas

Abia is deep in meditation when the gang comes out of their frozen comas. She awakes gracefully to find her companions frigid and shaken.

Cang’s desperately picking through the mounds of rubble and stone, checking for the glint of gold. Shyan clutches her knees, tears running down her cheeks. Fassn’s got his ear to the ground, drinking in vibrations from deep beneath the earth that only he can sense.

Abia moves to sit beside Shyan, wraps her shoulders in a side hug. “Tell about Master Davit,” she says.

Shyan sniffles, then sets her brow and nods.

12 v) With tears in her eyes, Shyan follows Fassn’s lead

With tears in her eyes, Shyan follows Fassn’s lead, dragging her fingertips through the rough particulate of the floor. Tears splash around her feet, congealing little domes of sand into mud. She feels the friction, tries to feel the warmth. She draws languid spirals, short strokes, chaotic patterns. With focus she can almost feel the individual grains tumbling and careening on their micro scale.

Beside her, Fassn breathes deeply, tasting the stale air of the hut. Cang and Abia join them both on the ground and follow his lead. For a while, amid the din of celebration outside, the gang sits in quiet introspection, before Fassn notices Shyan’s tears have dried. For the first time since suffering the grey creatures’ poison, let alone their antidote, she smiles.

12 iv) Fassn grabs up a pinch of dust and dirt

Fassn grabs up a pinch of dust and dirt from the floor and rubs it between his finger and thumb, slowly working the grit over the sensitive pads. The hut is silent enough to hear the grating sound as each tiny grain collides with others. “Listen,” He says.

Shyan controls her breathing, tunes her ears to hear it too. It’s an earthy sound, calling to mind quakes and tremors on a near-atomic scale. A smile plays at the edge of her lips.

“See? It’s not all bad.” Fassn opens his palm and presses it into the dirt floor, leaving a splay-fingered impression. Shyan follows suit. “There’s warmth in the earth,” Fassn says. “You just have to feel it.”

12 iii) Shyan says, “I was training with master Davit.”

Shyan says, “I was training with master Davit.” She sniffles. “He ordered me to strike.”

“How are yer arms feelin’?” Fassn asks.

She lifts them experimentally, flaps them like a baby bird trying to take off from the test. “Better, actually.”

“I suppose we can count the antidote as a success,” Cang says.

“And you?” Shyan asks Fassn.

“Me? My arms are great! I miss my wings, but what can you do?”

“I mean, what did you see? What happened?”

A beatific smile spreads on Fassn’s dry lips. “Old Ajralan taught me how to feel.”

12 ii) “Ah,” Fassn says. The lines on his face seem deeper

“Ah,” Fassn says. The lines on his face seem deeper. “That day in Waiiaz, eh?”

Shyan nods.

“Well,” says Old Mossy, uneasy. “If y’all are doing well I think I’ll slip back to the festivities.” THe sounds of celebration rise for a moment as he makes his way out the door.

Fassn sits beside Shyan, wraps her in a side-hug. Her face is damp with tears. “Why don’t you just tell me what happened?”

12 i) Shyan’s got her head in her hands when Fassn comes to

Shyan’s got her head in her hands when Fassn comes to. Abia has a hand on her friend’s shoulder in comfort, but long moments of silence pass. Old Mossy sits by his hearth, smoking a long-stemmed pipe with contemplative puffs. Fassn disturbs the morose tone with the beginnings of a hearty chuckle. All the other drawn, ashen faces in the room look up to him. He starts to jig and caper, letting his fingertips drag across the rough mud walls of Old Mossy’s hut. “I heard him, I heard him,” Fassn sings. He trips lightly about the room until he stops short in front of Shyan. He peers at her with sudden seriousness.

“I was with master Davit,” she begins.