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The circle in which she spent her days met now, unquiet as any broken stem. The city had made its unease known these past days, calling citrine and chartreuse from the sunrise — colors which were rarely seen — while pulling flights of birds in circles until they dropped exhausted from the sky with their hearts burst within their jewel-feathered chests.
These colors, these sendings, they signified regrets. She wondered whose misdeeds had set the tones of the world to disharmony. The music of the circles sustained all. When one or another lapsed, the tones lapsed with them and all fell to cacophony.
Baassiia stood centerpost to the meeting, his wa hovering closer by than was usually the case. Even the Silent World was unquiet, Gashansunu knew.