Four days passed before Rhett showed up again.
He wasn't alone.
Suddenly aware of their approach long before sight confirmed it - Rhett's connection flared ahead, brightening steadily from distant horizon lines. Not just him though. Something shared traveled close behind. Many figures in step, shadows shifting together through the trees. Their linked energy formed patterns across her senses, tiny pulses crowding near perception's edge, glowing faint yet insistent as sparks drawn to glass.
The Ashwood Remnant.
Footsteps broke the silence just as she stood by the north gate of the Confederation grounds. Out came figures stepping beyond the edge of the woods.
