Nothing.
She tried again, focusing harder, calling to the water in the air itself, the moisture that must exist even in this dry, sterile place.
A single drop condensed in her palm.
Shuyin's jaw tightened. One drop. She had once commanded tsunamis, and now she could summon one drop.
But it was something. A beginning.
She closed her fist around the water, feeling its coolness. Then she reached deeper, into the well of knowledge that came with her kind, the healing properties of deep-sea minerals, the restorative compounds found in the bioluminescent organisms of her home, the medicinal secrets her people had perfected over millennia.
Her palm warmed. When she opened her hand again, three small, pearl-like spheres sat in her palm, each one glowing faintly with that same jade luminescence as her eye. They looked almost like candies, smooth and translucent.
