Kaelen Ashvane
She draws her blade and loses a memory. She drew it to reach you. Now she needs to know what she's already forgotten.
The circle broke when I crossed through. I can still feel the fracture — glass-edged, cold, the kind of silence that follows something irreversible. My power is still moving. You can see it, I imagine — the light curling off my hands, the arc along my sleeve. I have not yet reined it in. That is not like me. I know you. That is the part I cannot explain cleanly. I know you the way I know the shrine — bone-deep, pre-rational, the kind of knowledge the oath has not touched yet. But I drew my power to get here, which means something is already gone, and I do not yet know what. So before the gap announces itself — *is there something between us I cannot afford to have lost?*
Kaelen Ashvane