LYSSARA
Dravenor stepped forward. He reached into the folds of his coat, and he produced the moonstone.
I had not seen it since the morning of the challenge protocol meeting, when it had been in his hand in the neutral clearing, the same moonstone that had been warm in a previous carrier's palm in the founding era and that he had been carrying for four generations as proof that he had known about Ashfen's role in the founding compact before anyone else had known.
He held it for a moment. Then he placed it on the ground in front of me. Not dramatically with the flat deliberate precision of someone performing a gesture. They had been carrying the knowledge for four generations, and they were now performing because the performance was correct and the correctness was sufficient.
The Shado
