Kael did not speak his intention aloud; there was no need.
The action itself was the message, a shift in the fundamental frequency of their existence that was felt by all, though understood differently by each.
He began to weave.
But this was not the weaving of creation, not the joyful, exploratory act of bringing new concepts into being.
This was a weaving of separation, of definition.
He gathered the threads of fear—not to banish them, but to give them a space of their own.