When it came to who should give a test of just how purr they were...Noah turned and looked at a certain Steed!
"You first," Noah said.
Hvitrmarr inclined her horned head and walked to the edge of the pale sand. She simply stepped off, and THE Undivided Well took her.
In truth, the question everyone had come here to ask was answered in that first moment, before anybody had time to be nervous on her behalf.
There was no ripple of refusal, no pause while something unseen considered her. The water opened the way a door opens for a hand that has always had the key.
Compared to the way she moved in the air, she moved through that sea like something coming home. Her white hair fanned out behind her, and the nine First Causes drifting in the weave of her robe brightened as the underlight found them, so that she went down trailing her own small constellation.
