was the first to open her eyes. She saw the world in straight lines—roots reaching down, spires reaching up, and oaths that bound one thing to another. She became the Keeper of Stone and Sigil, the one who built walls, wrote laws, and remembered every promise ever spoken. Her voice was low as mountain stone. Her hands never trembled.
Eralin answered: “The promise. For it endures.” eralin and meralin
“What is more real,” asked the king of a dying field, “the promise or the feeling behind it?” was the first to open her eyes