Iasaimini | __full__

Iasaimini reached out and touched it gently. "We remember now," she said.

"Why do you cry?" Iasaimini whispered.

Iasaimini sat down before the serpent. She did not offer magic or force. Instead, she began to hum—not the dawn hum she always heard, but a new one. A hum of thanks. For the rain that once fell. For the river that had fed them. For the stone that had given and given until it had nothing left. iasaimini