“I suppose.”
Having finished her breakfast, she rose and gently squeezed his shoulder as she passed. “Think on it, Harry,” she said. “I’m afraid I must get to class.”
“To class?”
“Yes,” she said. “Much to learn.”
With her eyes shut, Larani perceived the world mainly through Spatial Awareness. Everything was made of mist: the tiles beneath her, the walls of rock that seemed to bulge in random places, even her “classmates.”
She sat cross legged on a mat with her hands on her knees, breathing deeply. This exercise of Jack’s – something she was sure he had invented all of five minutes ago – was meant to put her in touch with her Nassai. She wasn’t sure if it was working, but if nothing else, meditation was supposed to be good for the soul.
All of the other former Keepers had come to att
