Kaelen's mind lay stripped bare like a long stream running through the dark, and Alex's awareness loomed over it, years' worth of memory stretching out before him, moments so small and unremarkable that even Kaelen himself had likely forgotten most of them the moment they passed.
Alex hung there in the absent void of time, patient and observing without malice for whatever single thread might lead him back to Ignovar.
He reached into the stream carefully.
With his understanding of exactly how long a minute of memory represented within the flow of the skill, he selected a point roughly minutes removed from the present moment.
Even though Kaelen had been under watch for the better part of three days now, Ignovar was no minor figure to be tracked so easily. By any reasonable measure, he stood among the mightiest individuals in the entire realm, and a man of that stature had his own quiet ways of reaching a son under surveillance.
