That night, as the others slept, Vell found himself drawn to the edge of their camp. The silver threads of the Void Lattice seemed more active here, pulsing with an internal light that only he could see. They wove through the trees like ghostly ribbons, all trending toward the distant village.
[The network is stronger here. Luna's presence affects it.]
'How much did she know about all this?' he wondered, creating a small patch of solid air between his fingers. The silver energy came more easily now, responding to his thoughts almost before he consciously directed it.
[Enough to help you create it. Though I doubt she knows everything.]
A soft rustle caught his attention. Wren shifted to her weasel form and was padding toward him on silent feet. She transformed back to human as she reached his side.
"More silver threads?" she asked quietly.
He nodded. "They're all pointing toward Moonhaven. Whatever Luna knows, the network knows it too."
