He wanted to test a few things of his newly elevated power, so he tested them.
He started with the frost. Snow was still drifting down through the edge of the golden dome, and he reached for one flake and asked the cold inside it to turn. It did. The flake stopped in the air, spun once, and drifted back up along its own path, against the fall of every other flake around it. He tried a second, and a third. They all answered.
Next, THE Unwritten Page.
He reached for it as he would reach for a thought at the edge of sleep, and something came. A title, faint and unfinished, hanging in his mind with nothing written under it. He could not read all of it. Enough of it was legible to know it pointed downward, deeper into the Basal Floor, toward the direction the Glacial Record had shown him. More information wss slowly coming from this as it seemed to be running in thr background for now.
Last, the Lent Clause.
He told Ling what he wanted to try something.
