Loric was not the only one with the urge to know more. Spring was part of the unlucky ones.
Some reached it in dreams. Others in storms. One boy was swept off a ship during a typhoon and landed on a floating island. Another carved wings from glass and used updrafts to glide to the edge.
The gods tested them. Not all succeeded. Some failed and were sent back down with a mark burned skin, windburned faces, or streaks of silver in their hair.
But those who passed changed everything.
The gods began to include them.
Ceyun built new paths that only mortals could see.
Draveth created mounts that responded to human touch.
Korael gifted fire crests that kept the air warm at high altitudes.
Myrr placed silent memories in the rings traces of lost dreams, waiting to be heard.
The Bowl became
