The story of Roric’s quiet conversion was not, at first, a story at all. It was a change in the way he carried himself, a new attentiveness in his gaze.
It was a silence where there had once been noise, a stillness where there had been agitation.
The other Weavers, caught in the swirling currents of their own anxieties and debates, did not notice at first. They were too busy arguing the merits of the new philosophy, of the language of light and silence, to see that it had already taken root in one of their own.
But Kael, in his role as mediator, had learned to listen not just to the words people spoke, but to the silences in between. And in Roric’s silence, he heard a new story beginning.