this world. Had you been born with that same need, that same hunger to embrace the human mind glow, would you have refused it?>
Songstress retorted, but her gaze fell once more as she tasted Golden Voice's gentle rebuke. Songstress was hands of turnings older than Golden Voice, yet in that moment Golden Voice had somehow become by far the elder, and her mind voice was chiding.
she said almost kindly.
Songstress began, then hesitated. The moment of hesitation stretched out, and then it became something else. The memory singer met Golden Voice's eyes once more, her very silence an admission of the younger female's point, for she had tasted that hunger and need in the memory songs of others. As no one but a memory singer could, she had shared it and become one with it, and as such, she knew—as no one but a memory singer could—how impossible it was not to answer.
Wind of Memory said into the silence.
She shook her head slowly, in a gesture the People had borrowed from their human friends, but Golden Voice looked at her serenely.
Her prehensile