The pale winter dawn struggles to light the lake city. Yet nothing could blunt the emotion of the Tryker homina. It has been a long time since she last approached Avendale…
She moves forward slowly by fear of running into a homin waking up earlier than the others. Fortunately, bier has flowed freely on the day before et it is a happy silence which welcomes her.
She slips behind a mount then sits, her feet plunged into the freezing water. Here she knows herself to be out of sight. It’s here that everything has started. That she has learned who Anoyma was and that everything has swung.
She shakes her head.. She hasn’t come for recollection. Only to watch. At least, to glimpse Anonyma, so frail and so far away. Just to know if she’s fine.
The Tryker waits, motionless. She knows that Skaya, her light-bird, has felt her. It will want to go out and Anonyma will follow it. They’re linked now. A few minutes are enough. She has a glimpse of them in the distance but doesn’t move. She’s unable to do it. She shivers so hard that she would have fallen if she hadn’t been already sitting.
Skaya flap its wings towards her. But Swan closes her eyes… The bird comes back and lands on Anonyma’s hand. She smiles...