Eva could see the hands of Eos when she looked at any populated world, in the faint, constant haze of small unannounced gladnesses moving through the populace like motes in a sunbeam.
She did not speak of it to anyone. She had been close enough to Eos for long enough to recognize when a thing was meant to be unspoken.
Telmus, who reached the fifth layer of his Origin some three trillion years into the first age, long after most observers had given up expecting it, because Telmus had not seemed in any hurry, came to understand this joy from the other side.
His Origin was Victorious Ascension, and the fifth layer of this Origin, when it finally bloomed in him, gave him the sight of what holds people up when they should not be held up.
