The Primordial Gu of Provenance was targetting Lifthrasir and the one who brought her back.
Noah thought about this with his eyes shining brilliantly as his second Narrative continued to work wonders- good and bad!
With the Keepers gone and the Provenance hunters still somewhere beyond the Ossuary, Noah turned his attention inward.
Lifthrasir sat on Kir One's obsidian shoulder with her chin in her hands, watching him.
He began with an inventory. To find his Shinjitsu, he had set down everything less than wholly his: the cold of THE Long Night, Vakochev's Existential Chorionic Gonadotropin that had first sparked his root, the Lesser Kryos, the returns from THE Tide, the administrative authority of the Epitropos seat. They still sat inside him, stacked in his existence like heavy coats on a chair, waiting.
