Chapter 12
Seeran Two Weeks LaterThe glow of an artificial dawn woke Seeran. Birdsong gradually replaced the drowsy chirr of insects. The night sky projected on the ceiling turned into the misty grey sky of his parent’s home. He couldn’t explain why he clung to the sights and sounds of his youth. He never considered himself overly sentimental and it was not nostalgia that kept the familiar program running daily. Perhaps he drew comfort from the familiarity of the patterns but he had never been the type to wallow in self-reflection.
A warrior’s life could be long and companions along the journey gave comfort. The recordings made at his parent’s vineyard kept his family close. Lorran remained physically close on the Judgment, but schedules kept them separate. Mene had left the clan many ye
