Noah thought for a long moment.
Then he nodded to Lygara.
|"You mentioned two names. Napoleon. Diogenes. I know a little of Lucy. But those two, I have never heard of. Could you tell me about them?"|
Lygara gazed down at him, her faceted eyes catching the falling snow.
|"Diogenes came to the Chrysalis before most of the Immense Ones you know were born."|
Her Destiny stirred, and obsidian-gold light rose in the air between them.
In it, a man walked. Thin, barefoot, wrapped in a single ragged cloth, his beard grey and wild. In one hand he carried a small clay lamp, its flame no larger than a fingertip. On his back he carried a clay jar, cracked and patched, large enough for a man to curl up inside.
