It happened on a random Tuesday.
Not that the day mattered, Ashvale didn't keep strict records of days the way cities did, the village running on seasons and weather and the practical rhythms of mining work rather than any formal calendar.
But Mira had always noted days. It was the kind of habit that came from spending years trying to track patterns in something as unpredictable as visions, looking for correlations between when they came and what she'd been doing or eating or thinking about.
Tuesday.
Two weeks and three days since Lucius and the others had arrived. Eleven days since she'd started the training sessions with Seraphine.
She noted it because it was the day everything changed.
She had been at the table in her own cottage, late, the candle burned low, Seraphine's latest assignment open in front of her.
