Location:Seven Peaks — Raven's Quarters, Residential Wing
Date/Time:TC1854.02.13 (Night)
She checked on the boys before she slept.
The door to their room was open a crack — Mei's doing, so the guardian could listen from her post in the corridor without disturbing them. Raven pushed it wider. Formation-light at its lowest setting, the bioluminescent walls breathing green and gold in rhythms that matched the mountain's pulse.
Elian was on his side, one hand hanging off the bed, fingers brushing the floor. Even in sleep the connection held — Sylvara's roots humming beneath the stone, the tree's awareness flowing through the contact point like a river through its bed. His golden eyes were closed. His breathing was steady. Six years old, bonded to a being older than human civilization on Ascara, and he slept the way children sleep — completely, without reservation, trusting the world to still be there in the morning.
