“I remember,” they said. “That’s its call to you. Everyone feels it differently, you know.”
Keren nodded. “It is only sometimes, Fenn-se. I cannot feel it now.”
Fenn could feel it. The silky cream-on-top-of-milk sensation that was the voice of a gable-stone against their own kias. Behind that was the sense of Namma-Cora, solid and well-founded, strong against all comers. Fenn had an inexcusable desire to weep, they suddenly missed them so much.
They stifled it and moved on.
“Did Namma-Ana say anything else?”
“No, Fenn-se. Just that they had kept it for me and I must have it now, in case I couldn’t get back. And to tell you if I thought it would help you.” They sounded plaintive and unusually child-like. “Should I have told you before, Fenn-se? I wanted to keep it private for a little
