Muscles between her ribs tightened, and a sudden rush of blood filled her chest with heat. She knew exactly what it was now-a piece of Kiran Nalaar's final project. And stopped.īelow the insignia, the letters "K.N.," scrawled in the messy but deliberate hand of a craftsman who had separated from his tools. But what was this piece? Her fingers danced over the engravings, scanning its surface. A leaking spire, a symbol for the renegades, for the Ghirapur they wished they could come back to. Pia knew this symbol-it felt like yesterday that she and Kiran had come up with it as they left Ghirapur. A stamped swirl of motion beneath a pointed spire. "Do you recognize it?" the voice inquired too eagerly.Īs her eyes adjusted, she could make out some of the symbols, and traced the rest with her hands. A titanium alloy prized for use in their renegade airship engines for its formability and heat resistance-though this piece was nothing more than slag on one side. Cold, and warming only slightly under the warmth of her touch, but with deep, precise carvings on the intact side. A flat fragment, completely melted on one side and deeply etched on the other.
She reached out a tentative hand to the object. A memento for what you missed," the voice said. A piece of metal clattered to the floor somewhere in front of her. "Of course I didn't forget you through all this.excitement. Attempts to rise to her feet proved premature. Her stiff hands reached out and found the cool, curving surfaces of filigreed walls. The darkness resolved itself slowly into blurs, then thick smears of light.
"Barely taller than my blade." The voice chuckled without humor-a low rumble that Pia could feel through the door between them. "Just a little thing, that one." His words were oddly clipped and slow, his breathing heavy as furnace bellows. Stiff vocal cords crackled words through a dry throat. She forced her eyelids open, but was met only by darkness. "I killed your daughter today, Pia." A low voice floated in through a heavy veil of sleep and a splitting headache. Now she's returned to try to save a mysterious renegade from arrest, only to stumble upon someone she'd thought dead for years-her mother, Pia. Chandra Nalaar first left her home plane of Kaladesh when her Planeswalker spark ignited, vaulting her from imminent doom at the hands of Lieutenant Baral to the fire monasteries of Regatha.
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