A path toward IT. Toward Those Who Remain.
Noah heard the words, and remained supremely calm, because for all their weight, the woman still had not answered the thing he'd actually asked. He had learned long ago that grand beings loved to answer the question beside your question, and the only cure was repetition.
So he repeated himself.
"Who," he said, "do you follow?"
WAA!
Ryaenara's smile settled into something calm and almost apologetic.
"I cannot tell you," she said. "And I want you to hear that precisely. Not that I will not. I physically cannot tell you, even if I tried with everything I have. The name is bound into me in a way you don't yet have the framework to understand, and to speak it aloud would unravel me, thread by thread, until nothing of Ryaenara remained to finish the sentence." She spread her hands lightly. "So I won't be doing that shit today. But I can tell you other things. Adjacent things. I can tell you about True Lifeforms."
