Location:Seven Peaks — Eastern Ridge, Serenyx's Shelf
Date/Time:TC1854.02.20
Serenyx had been restless for two days.
Raven felt it through the Kirin bead's faint life-sense — a shift in the Aeralith Felis's vital patterns, the enormous body's rhythms changing from the steady pulse of gestation to something faster. More urgent. The chiming from the eggs had become constant, three tones overlapping and building until they weren't separate notes anymore but a chord that resonated through the eastern hills and made the formation network's nearest nodes vibrate in sympathy.
She climbed to the ridge at dawn. Serenyx was on her granite shelf, but not lying down — standing, wings half-spread, crystalline feathers catching the first light and scattering it in patterns that looked less like refraction and more like language. Her golden eyes found Raven, and the impression that pressed into Raven's mind was simple and absolute.
Today.
