LYSSARA
The report reached me at the governance table. Not through Kaevra. Not through Zykran's network. A border wolf, direct, which meant whoever had arrived at the southern boundary had come without announcement and without political framing and had asked for me by name.
I read the name on the report. I sat with it for a moment. My thoughts ran high on seeing the name.
“Maren.”
Not a threat. Not a messenger. Not a representative of anything the founding compact needed to account for. A healer from Ironveil who had held a woman's hands on a cold examination table at four in the morning and who had been the only person present when that woman understood that the thing growing inside her was real and was hers and was not going to be taken.
I set the report down and told Kaevra I neede
