Noah turned the information over within himself.
Emotive's singularity of emotions had unfolded inside his perception like a flower made of stolen feelings, and within it lay everything she had gathered across THE Wyld. Names, configurations, weavings of authority, the signatures of beings who had been reworked at fundamental levels by hands grander than their own. He held it all in a stillness that the multicolored seas around him couldn't disturb.
THE Gilded Ones engineered their chosen ones differently than he engineered his.
