The road to Paesuna stretched before us in a long line of notes. Music played in my mind as we got closer.
Ami walked ahead of everyone, leading the way. Her footsteps echoed the beat of an ancient drum. One she doesn’t know beats inside her chest.
Sahora walked with her stormhound beside her, her step certain though she doesn’t know where the path leads.
Long before Worldnames and prophecies, we had songs. Songs were how I learned to see the world.
It was how I learned to understand people.
Though I have noticed sometimes that understanding goes further than the other person intended.
I don’t mean to look at people and feel what they hold back, what they are meant to see, what they are meant to do. It just happens as easily as breathing.
The first time I heard a tune, it was the tune of a neighbor's death. For years I felt my ability to hear the world's song was wrong. Until I realized that hearing the tune of others is a gift; their souls just sing in a tune that I understand.
Their souls just sing in a tune that I understand. One I was made to understand. I walked among the others. Soon they would see the true shape of what we are doing.
It is so much more than bringing Kathera back to life.