i dream of seer Elain, eyes cloudy and lips budding with the secrets of the Cauldron.
a voice that was male and female, young and old, haunting and alluring
humming a silent melody as she wanders across the solar system, her garden. stars and wind and darkness in full bloom.
a song and an invitation, its siren song
promising hope and healing as vines twine tightly in deathās sweet embrace. her power a thing of secret, lovely beauty.
Coming back to this years later and itās still so interesting to me how Sarah linked the Cauldronās silent melody with Stone Mother in hofas. Nesta and Azriel listened to a song they could sense (hear, feel) but not understand. It was in a language they could not access:
āStone Motherā began playing, its rolling, thumping drums offsetting the wild, yet mellow, guitars. And then Josieās voice filled the tunnel, sharp and yet soaring, accented by Laurelās sweet, clear backups. The sound was foreign, earthy ā haunting. In the span of a few notes, Bryce was back in her childhood bedroom in Nidaros, sprawled on the carpet, letting the sound of the music run over her for the first time.
Then she was in the dry hills of Valbara, surrounded by olive trees. Then the palm-lined quay along the Istros. Then with Danika. Then alone.
Then with Hunt.
This song had carried her through it all ā through the years of pain and emptiness and rebuilding. It had carried her from light into darkness and then back to light.
The wraith-like harmonies echoed off the stones, until the rock sounded as if it was singing.
And when it was done, silence resumed. Nestaās eyes were wide. āThat was beautiful,ā she said eventually. āI couldnāt understand a word of it, but I felt it.ā
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No more music. No more pictures of Hunt.
But the music seemed to linger, like a ghostly echo through the caves.
And with each mile onward, she could hear Azriel humming to himself. The rolling, wild melody of āStone Motherā softly flowed off his lips, and she could have sworn even the shadows danced at the sound.
But perhaps a Cauldron-blessed seer was gifted the right magic to access that secret language. The one Stone Motherās song called to, produced a vision for.
Male and female,
young and old,
haunting and alluring.













