Location:Seven Peaks — Gate, Spirit Garden
Date/Time:TC1856.07.06 (Morning)
Maren Harren arrived at Seven Peaks carrying bread.
Three loaves, wrapped in cloth, baked that morning from grain she'd grown on land that shouldn't have been able to grow it. She carried them the way she carried everything — practically, without ceremony, the offering of a woman who expressed herself through what her hands produced rather than what her mouth said.
She'd travelled by sky-surfing blade for the first time in her life. Mira had piloted — slow, steady, the gentle approach of a healer who understood that a seventy-one-year-old farmer experiencing flight needed patience more than speed. Raven had flown alongside, close enough to see Maren's expression shift from terror to wonder to the stillness of someone watching the world from above and recognising the scope of the ground she'd been listening to.
