Location:Seven Peaks — Eastern Wall
Date/Time:TC1855.06.22 (Night)
The shimmer came on the fourth night.
Raven had gone to the wall each evening since the ash. The first night, she'd stood for two hours in wind that carried the scent of Sylvara's canopy and the faint mineral taste of the living stone beneath the parapet. The second night, she'd brought tea and sat on the wall's edge with her feet dangling over the drop and drunk it while the stars turned overhead and the formation lights of Luminous Haven glowed below like a smaller, warmer constellation. The third night, Aren had found her there — the boy's ice affinity tracking temperature shifts across the settlement, the cold spot of a woman sitting alone on a stone wall at midnight registering on whatever internal map his frost was building.
"He's not coming tonight," Aren had said. He'd brought a blanket. Handed it to her without explanation.
"How do you know?"
