That's the one in which some sort of gaseous emission caused all children born in the Arctics for several years to have delicate bones that broke with a touch and bent as they grew-if they grew. There are records of lorists existing as far back as the long-rumored Eggshell Season. The Stillness has an odd relationship with its self-appointed keepers of stonelore. Here is what I know for certain: that apprenticeship I mentioned? Nassun was in training to become a lorist. We can imagine what she thought, felt, did. There is no knowing what went through little Nassun's mind when she came home from her apprenticeship one afternoon to find her younger brother dead on the den floor, and her father standing over the corpse. Nassun, who is just eight years old when the world ends. Now you are Tirimo and the ash-strewn road's walkers and your dead children… and also the living one who remains. Syenite was Alabaster and Innon and the people of poor lost Allia and Meov. Damaya was herself and the family that rejected her and the people of the Fulcrum who chiseled her to a fine point. Relationships chisel the final shape of one's being. After all, a person is herself, and others.
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