For three days, Talyn, Ysel, and Finn sat cross-legged by the pool on one of the islands of Elraban and listened to her. At their back, Fida, the Vaerli who had deliberately lost herself, watched with arms crossed. It was like trying to cram too many clothes into too small a saddlebag—at least, that was the conclusion that Talyn came to. The role of a seer was a complicated one; she already knew that from her brief time with her family before the Harrowing. They stood in the currents of time, both reminding the people of where they had come from, and telling them where they should go. They were not leaders, but advisors, and highly venerated. Ellyria had been the first, and her twin daughters had been the first pair of born and made. If anyone had ever mentioned that there should be any change to that, Talyn had not heard it. According to Putorae, times and needs had altered. They spent the first day learning to be still and let time flow over them.
