Location:The Pocket Dimension — Ithyra's room
Date/Time:24 Blazepeak 9943 AZI, Restday
Realm:None. That is the point of it.
Eight steps, and a pause at the wall, and eight steps back.
Ithyra had been listening to that for a very long time. Not the sound of him — there is no sound of him; the floor between them is a hand's width of something that was never stone and does not carry — but the shape of him going up and down eight steps directly beneath her, which came up the bond the way weather comes into a room under a door.
He had been walking since she woke. That meant he had not slept either.
She counted her own six and stopped at the chain, as she had stopped at the chain rather more times than there were days in twenty thousand years, and stood there in the middle of a room with no window and no realm and nothing at all wrong with the air.
She is coming, Ithyra said.
I know. I felt you feel it.
It is not the Void Days.
No, said Renvyr. It is not.
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