Mira came to find her on a Saturday.
Not for anything specific. Elowen had come to understand this about Mira's visits, that they did not require a declared purpose, that the girl, who was becoming less of a girl each week in the specific way of people who are doing serious work and being changed by it, came because the room and the company of it had become a place where a certain kind of thinking was possible.
Elowen did not require declared purposes of anyone who came to her with honest intent. She simply made space.
They sat in the Luna Quarters on a grey Saturday afternoon, the spring rain coming against the open window, Mira with a healer's textbook open in her lap that she was not currently reading, Elowen with the expanding framework documentation that she was. A companionable si
