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shuddered.
    Bryana blinked, releasing her immediately.
    Gwyn shuddered again, shaking the shock away even as her mother’s hand steadied her. She drew a deep breath, only to loosen it with a rush and take another. She rose shakily to take a seat on the couch beside Bryana and forced a crooked grin, “Aye… I understand a little better.”
    “She has a powerful Gift.”
    Gwyn nodded, “And powerful motivation.”
    Bryana agreed. “Even a lesser Gift would have been harnessed instinctually with that…”
    “With that sort of desperation?” Gwyn supplied.
    Bryana frowned, before cautiously allowing, “In the beginning, perhaps it was a sort of desperation. Yet as she grew, it changed. Perhaps Llinolae was not as desperate as she was desperately passionate in her beliefs — in her convictions? She trusted her parents’ love and their desire to give her the best by keeping her in Khirla with family.”
    Convictions? Gwyn thought of that engulfing, consuming sweep of need that Bryana’s Blue Sight had allowed her to experience. Deep within her, the resounding chord of Niachero awoke, and she shivered all over again. There had never been a Blue Sighted Niachero — Gwyn’s heart went racing at the sheer thought.
    She cleared her throat uncomfortably, and glanced at her mother. “Did these mentors she had — the n’Shea and n’Athena — did they ever challenge her choice of hiding?”
    “Hmm… I don’t know.”
    Gwyn noticed the idea intrigued Bryana and prompted quickly, “Could you ask them? Perhaps find out a bit more about her abilities and—”
    “Jes suggested too that I try and reach them,” Bryana interrupted with quiet amusement, knowing she was guilty of being a mother who’d forgotten just how old her daughter had become. “But only after Jes scolded me.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yes. She first reminded me that there are two Marshals in this family. And that you’re the one with the experience when it comes to civic, district duties — she’s the one with the tarnished battle sword from the north!”
    A brief grin flickered across the Niachero’s face, before “You’ve already talked to Llinolae’s mentors then?”
    “No, I could not.” Bryana sighed, wearied again by the limitations of her earlier work with the Ring — and now by this. “She is a powerful Blue Sight, Gwyn — perhaps even more so than I. She’s been successful in hiding her Gift from the Seers for more than thirteen seasons! She reached our home world using her out-of-time Seeing without anyone’s guidance — and she did it as a mere child! To follow her… Gwyn’l, I couldn’t even find her in Khirla when I went searching. I know she’s there! I know her amarin — her harmon! And yet still she can hide from me! Her ability — the scope of her raw talent is — amazing.” Bryana finished in a helpless shrug. “Gwyn, I don’t know of any Sister who has ever trained a woman like this. I have absolutely no idea who she’s been tutored by. That they are n’Shea and n’Athena, I do not doubt — her Sororian is too flawless — but there are small oddities in some of her dialect that I can’t place with any Sororian I know.”
    “Which means the dialect’s either very, very old or not yet used,” Gwyn saw the problem finally. “Her out-of-time Seeing allowed her to reach across the stars to dey Sorormin, but she’s not necessarily speaking with mentors of our time. Is she?”
    “Aye…,” Bryana agreed. “It’s more likely that her mentors are long dead. And counter to our neighbors in the Council’s Keep, many of our Blue Sight Sisters do not believe in influencing future generations by documenting visits from out-of-time harmons.”
    “Understandable,” Gwyn nodded at the familiar concept; neither M’Sormee nor Selena had ever liked discussing those occasional glimpses of future possibilities. Still, in regards to Llinolae she could have hoped for more… or perhaps not. Gwyn straightened, mentally