Noah looked at Calliope who was calm and expectant in the blue-gold clouds, and he answered her at last.
"I learned about Lucy," he said. "And infinity."
…!
Calliope's eyes went wide!
"Huh! Really?" She leaned in delighted.
"Little Lucy showed me the impossibilities of stories. The walls I could never write past, the doors that only open one way. But you saw something else entirely! I suppose each of us sees a different thing in the same old stone. Isn't that just the loveliest proof that a story is never truly finished?"
She clapped her ink-stained hands together once. "Okay! I have given you something now, so it is your turn. It is time for you to reciprocate!"
She waved a hand, and the massive obsidian Hieroglyph Runestone sank slowly back down into the blue-gold clouds of Noah's sanctuary, folding away into wherever the Writer of Mythos kept the truest thing she owned, until only the two authors remained in the endless soft light.
And then she made her proposal!
