Nature had a specific quality when you stopped moving long enough to notice it.
Elara had not stopped moving in a long time. She was not certain she remembered how. But she was stopped now — sitting on the flat stone at the edge of the palace's upper garden, the one that nobody came to because it required climbing two sets of stairs and offered nothing practical, just a view of the sky and the distant suggestion of the city below — and the sky was doing what skies did when you gave them your full attention.
It was extraordinary.
