Prelude - Radwa
The sweat cools on Hoa Sen's forehead as she finishes her katas and tugs her tunic back into place. Such a simple gesture: replacing the disarrayed. There's no such simple solution for Canthus or for Hoa Sen herself. Aeon Priest Ulhe and his small semblage should have been here weeks ago; their route was, by last reports, no more dangerous than her own had been. Of course, last reports had also suggested the aldea was not in any immediate danger.
That, Hoa Sen knows, is wrong. She feels it in her bones. She has done what she can to help; while she could never master the Order's numenera, she has learned much about the way of organizing goods and people. The Regent Wilmark Aldrege has appreciated that help. It is not going to be enough. Even Radwa, the wright with the numenera legs, can not build a solution. How much difference the resources of the Papacy could provide! More skilled hands to work the salvage into functional devices, more knowledge to restore the burned fields and heal the wounded.
Hoa Sen is all the resources the Order of Truth has managed; she knows that anything else is hypothetical and increasingly unlikely to arrive quickly enough to make a difference.
For a time, the kasunda loses herself in the waxing bustle of Canthus in the morning. There are people to cheer, vendors to check in on, children to entertain with a joke or flourish of hand or foot. Hoa Sen's ears collect the gossip. Little of it is new, little happy...
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