Ul'moreth's voice reached him instantly. It came through the Mana rather than the air, every word a precise pattern of pulses that arrived inside Noah's mind already understood.
|"Little Anomaly...well, not Little. You've worked hard to get where you are so I'll call you what you are. Human Dreamer, it has been a while..."| it said, and there was something warm and dry and terribly old in it.
|"It has, and it hasn't. I should've helped out my old teacher a while ago."| Noah sent back.
The great head of hair tilted, considering the four corners of the square: the Drowned Margrave, the Warden of the Heart, the thing wearing Noah's face, and the cathedral-woman in the east, her ribs open, her choir still singing its long, low apology.
|"Ah,"| Ul'moreth said. |"I can see...so much more. I can see a song..."|
He listened for a moment. Only a moment.
