The sixth day.
The vault pair had been glowing since midday yesterday. Mira carried it in her hands rather than her bag because the light through the fabric made the bag look lit from within and drew attention on the road. In her hands it looked intentional. She held it the way she had learned to hold it in Kael's Seat—reading through the shells rather than looking at them, the glow a byproduct of contact rather than the thing itself.
She had stopped trying to describe what the Ren-Sarath entity's signal felt like through the device. She had said: proximity, not signal. She had said: it's reaching toward the device. After that she had been quiet, which was Mira's way of indicating that she was reading something that required more than the vocabulary she had for it.
The sovereign seed was running differently.
