Medart's night was equally disturbed, though since Corina was younger
and had had a more peaceful life, his dreams were less troubling.
He saw/was Corina, about seven years old Standard, receiving her
soul-blade from an elderly Order initiate in a ritual as old as the
Order itself. He was impressing her mind pattern on the blade with a
specialized form of darlas, and her acceptance of it would signify
technical adulthood, though she would stay with her parents for some
time yet. The dagger, ideally, should never leave her while she lived,
and now he felt the reason as well as knowing it. The pattern-imprinting
made the blade literally a part of her.
Scattered memory-bits of school and family, nothing particularly
significant until her discovery of her Talent, accidentally made while
she was basking in the sun beside her favorite fountain. Although
she'd said it had been weeks before she'd learned to read thoughts not
specifically directed at her, Medart realized that she must have been
subconsciously blocking them, because that was how she'd made her
accidental discovery.