Freya had spent most of the morning watching a river change its course.
Rivers had been changing course long before mortals named them, and this young civilization had already survived several floods. What concerned her was the report resting beside the image. According to the report, the valley had recovered, its settlements were stable, and the people no longer required observation.
That was difficult to believe when half their homes were still underwater.
She touched the image with one finger. The view widened, revealing a cluster of houses built on a slope above the river. People were carrying bundles uphill while others worked to reinforce a narrow path. Farther downstream, a bridge lay broken against the rocks. They were frightened, exhausted, and very much alive.
'Who decided they were safe?' she wondered.
A soft knock came from the door. Freya lowered her hand, allowing the image to remain above the table.
"Come in."
