amed through canyons like they were flute holes. The paths weren't trails but sugg

his senses, long dormant, began to stir. He felt it first as a vibration i

ck slate-and his primary listening-stone, a teardrop of clear quartz hung on a silver filament. As it hovered over

d, chewing on a st

But there's an interference. A dissonance in the lower register

essed. "Vibrations. It's a

ugh his resentment. "This 'dissonance' could be a fault line ready to slip

of respect in her eyes. "We adj

h was useless here. Only Renn's inst

se in seemingly sheer faces, steam-powered pitons that sealed themselves into cracks, a portable canopy that hardened into a wind-s

ain's moods. He felt the deep, grinding contentment of stable massifs, the skittish anxiety of loose shale slopes, an

else. A second rhythm, fainter,