The floor went still. Danistasia's hand lowered a fraction.
Solaris opened her palm toward her. "Will they take me to the land you call Carrion Spire?"
Several professors moved at once.
Ordenance raised his voice. "Nobody move!"
Danistasia did not look away from Solaris. "You have awakened in a world that remembers what you did."
"Does it remember why?"
Danistasia shook her head vehemently. "That doesn't matter. What matters is what you did. We remember that you burned through Carrion Spire and killed everyone who stood between you and a dead city."
Solaris's eyes brightened. "Cinderhold is not dead."
"It has been gone for a century."
Solaris grew very defensive, anger flashing in her eyes. "Your history is written by thieves!!"
Danistasia stepped onto another stair as ice formed beneath her. "I know what you are capable of."
"Do you?"
"I know the records. I know your first uprising and the second. I know how many districts burned when Carrion Spire stopped you."
