Elara turned another page.
Lucavion's earlier concern deepened almost immediately.
The illustration waiting beneath her hand appeared simpler than the Ice Lance she had shown him, although simpler was a generous description when several concentric lines, six runic marks, three smaller junctions, and a central geometric structure occupied most of the parchment.
He stared at it for several breaths.
"This is still First-Star?"
"Yes."
His eyes travelled over the page once more.
Elara could almost hear the objection taking shape.
"Do not say it."
"I have yet to say anything."
"You were about to complain."
"I was going to observe."
"You complain through observations."
"That sounds like a valuable talent."
Elara ignored him and reached toward one of the formation plates built into the table.
