Location:Seven Peaks — Bryn's Garden, Command Center, Multiple
Date/Time:TC1855.04.14-18
Six days after Bryn planted the seed, the soil cracked.
She was there when it happened. She was always there — dawn and dusk and the hours between, sitting beside the planting spot with her hands in the earth and her green eyes half-closed and the patience of someone who understood, without being told, that you don't rush something that's been sleeping for eight hundred years.
Serenyx hadn't moved. The Aeralith mother lay beside the planting spot in the same position she'd taken on the first morning, legs folded beneath her, crystalline feathers dimmed to resting luminescence. The kittens rotated — Solanthea during the day, Luneth in the evenings (still and quiet for once, as if the vigil had taught him something that climbing trees hadn't), Aurethyn through the small hours before dawn, her violet feathers glowing faintly in the dark.
