Tine in the city of Obscurus, home to the remainder of the Ancients, moved very differently to time in the Mortal Plane, where Cain was attempting to mitigate the damage from the Gnomes' folly.
Misha had just begun her fourth morning here and was eagerly awaiting Miss Nyarla to return with her breakfast. Breakfast in bed was an Ancient tradition, her volunteer guide and nurse had insisted. They were always happy to see children, so the Elder Council doted on the pregnant Ancients well beyond any sense of rationality.
"Misha, darling, I have the most amazing surprise for you this morning. The Elders have finally finished their discussion on whether to add you to the Mind Link Spell. If you agree you will be able to hear us all in your mind the way we hear each other. But they also agreed that you will be able to block the link, in case it gets too overwhelming.
