Which meant the Silver rank standing in the courtyard right now was a floor. A starting point. Whatever Doran's stag became at the end of the formation period, Silver was simply what it looked like at the beginning.
Orion thought about what Doran had said about summoning not determining what you became.
Thought about himself saying it.
Thought about standing in that alley on day one with a broken arm.
And then, because he couldn't help it, and because the old bastard was probably watching and would appreciate the symmetry, he looked up at the sky and said nothing.
Luna made the almost-laugh sound beside him. "Master is thinking at the sky again."
"Quiet," he said.
"Hehe."
Magnus turned from Doran and walked back to his seat. He passed Orion on the way. Didn't slow down. But his eyes moved to Orion for exactly two seconds, and in those two seconds there was something that was not the calculation Orion had expected from a man reading his family's position.
