The silence in the grand narrative hall was no longer the comfortable, creative void of the Listeners, nor the expectant pause of the Weavers. It was a tense, brittle thing, filled with unspoken questions and quiet judgment.
Only Kael, the one who had first dared to ask a question that had no answer, watched her with something other than suspicion. He saw not a rejection of their world, but a search for a new one.
He approached her not with a story or a song, but with a question of his own, whispered so that only she could hear: ’What have you found in the silence of the stone?’
Elara looked up from the stone, her gaze clear and steady. ’A new language,’ she said. ’And the beginning of a new world.’