Zya sat without comment for a moment, remembering all that she had been told in the past. Snatches of information came to mind, but none of them were as substantive as the story Gren had told everybody on a sunny morning, where they had become riveted and almost stopped moving as they had listened to the old storyteller. She repeated the story verbatim, emphasising the interaction of the Gods, and the role of each in creating the world they now lived in. Moreover, she emphasised what she knew of Ilia, for that was what she sensed Joen needed to hear from her.
Joen listened with intent until the end. “I have never heard its like. The perfect recollection of the Gods and how they formed the earth has never been told in such a way. Truly you are a marvel. Never has a student come into the or
