Little Kir One opened its eyes!
They were black, obsidian like the rest of it, glossy and deep, and far back inside them burned a faint light, small and steady, like a single candle at the end of a very long hall.
It looked at THE Verdant Regard.
And for the first time since it had stepped out of the tear in space, it spoke.
|THE Kirtimukha speaks.|
Its voice was quiet and flat and utterly sincire.
|"Are you alive?"|
HUUM!
...!
The question hung over the arena.
THE Verdant Regard stared at it. Her green light flickered, as if the words had touched something beneath it.
Then the Kirtimukha's body began to change!
A faint light rose over its skin. Obsidian, like its body, so thin that Noah almost missed it. Where an Immensity would blaze and flare and pour out into the air, this simply settled over the Giant from head to foot, a fine black sheen, close as a second skin, and stayed there.
That was all.
