"I'm here," Morgana said.
She sat across from Lyra and extended her awareness — the full reach of a thousand years of magical sensitivity, applied to the specific reading of something she hadn't encountered before in any examination she'd conducted. The child at twelve weeks was not an ordinary twelve-week formation. The Ancient God's integration in Satou had carried through in ways that neither her training nor Jessica's prepared them for.
But carried through in ways that were consistently present. Not erratic. Not alarming.
Just unprecedented.
'Unprecedented,' she thought, 'is not dangerous. Unprecedented is simply information you don't have prior context for. Which means you gather more information.'
She read carefully.
