KAELRITH
The founding era pull had been pointing north for three days, and when it resolved, it did not resolve into a location, a direction, or anything my mind could immediately categorize.
It resolved into warmth.
Specific. Directional. Pulsing at a frequency I had first felt on the third morning of travel when I was still two days from Ashfen's boundary and that I understood now, sitting on the edge of a bed in a guest room in a pack house that did not belong to me, was my daughter's mark reaching through walls that separated us and landing in my chest like something that had always been there and had simply been waiting for me to get close enough to feel it.
I sat with it for a moment. Just that. The warmth and the direction and the pulse and the specific understanding that whatev
