‘The light that I call to me is Meia’s breath made visible. It surrounds me, Irenya, lifts my body.’ Kael raised his cupped palms as though he held his own weight in them. He was sitting on the ground cross-legged, seemingly oblivious to the market noise nearby. ‘The air is Meia’s breath. That most precious exhalation links everything that exists. My body is no different. This …’ He watched as an undersized yellow leaf, dislodged by a gentle breeze from the tree they were sitting under, floated conveniently into his cupped palm. ‘This is equal with my skin and bones. When the light encircles my body, I become one with all things. I become as weightless as Meia’s breath. My foot, when it lands on water, is like water. When it lands on snow, it is as the snow.’ He let the leaf fall and it fl
