Chapter EightIn the silence that filled the room after this declaration, the echoing birdsong of morning poured in through the high, half shuttered windows as a litany of music to the long disregarded divination. Outside in the sky, the clouds shifted and brilliant sunlight streamed into the Devotionary in a single radiant stream that shimmering upon Gairynzvl's nebulous wings and through his silvery-white hair as if the ancient authors of those words had planned just such a moment.
The Elders turned by one consent to gaze on this light as it fell upon him, watching the window from where it streamed as if such an unexpected occurrence surprised even them and for one brief moment the light rippled, diminishing for an instant before blazing in full radiance once again. Ayla gasped and stood
