Location:Seven Peaks — Arrival Terrace, Main Corridor, Raven's Office
Date/Time:TC1855.11.15 (Morning)
Aren felt it first.
Raven was in the command center reviewing Coop's detector prototype specifications when the boy appeared in the doorway, frost racing from his boots across the floor in sharp, radiating lines that she'd never seen before — not the usual geometric patterns of the formation network but something pointed, directional, all of them converging toward the northern terrace.
"Something warm," Aren said. "Really warm. Coming down."
Raven looked at the frost. At the boy's ice-blue eyes, wide and focused, reading a thermal signature that his affinity had never encountered on this mountain. The frost lines pulsed — once, twice — and the formation network's detection array confirmed it three seconds later: dimensional transfer in progress, arrival terrace, single entity, non-hostile.
Not a projection. A manifestation. Physical. Present.
