[POV: Solenne]
The first few days after the dream, the word light wouldn't leave her mind.
It whispered through her mind at odd moments — while she dressed, while she helped Vaenya reorganize the Citadel's herbal stores, while she stood beside Ruvan in council and felt her throat ache with all the things she could not say.
She started carrying her journal everywhere.
When the ache came, she would write the word down in tiny, careful script until the tension ebbed. But each time, she felt the same pressure in her chest — like a breath caught between wanting and fear.
Selior had said her tongue was meant for truth, but what did truth mean to a woman who had been told her voice could destroy the world?
