Marina found Luna at the boundary stones.

Of course she did.

Luna was sitting cross-legged at the base of the centermost stone with both palms flat against it, her shadow magic running at the quiet investigative frequency she used when she was reading something in depth. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was even and controlled in the way that five year olds' breathing was not supposed to be controlled, the specific regulation of someone who had learned that stillness was a tool.

Marina sat beside her and waited.

Luna opened her eyes after two minutes. Not because she had finished. Because she had registered Marina's presence and had decided...