It all felt like it was beginning to make sense. At least, part of it. “Elorin, I think you might be right,” Leela said slowly. “The magic of moonstone is connective. It has connected this City to the planet—I can see visions of the planet, but only of what Sera sees or where she is, and that must be because of the moonstone. And it connects me and Sera to each other, like a blood bond. But instead of reading each other’s hearts, we are able to actually speak!” Her mind was racing as her magic bubbled in her veins. “How did I not think of it before? Cerulean had to have had a way to communicate with those on the planet. And after we stopped going down on the planets, moonstone stopped appearing in the City.”

Elorin clapped her hand over her mouth. “Yes.”

Suddenly, the air was filled with cries of, “Plenna! Plenna is here!”

Leela and Elorin hurried to join the celebration. The Cerulean were gathering around a low plinth of stone, where the High Priestess stood with Plenna, looking radiant beside her.

“My children, let us raise our glasses in celebration of new life!” the High Priestess said. “Plenna may now join her wives in their dwelling, until her time comes to bear her daughter. Oh, what a joyous day for our City, so long plagued with doubts. But Mother Sun sees us and loves us all. Praise her!”

“Praise her!” the crowds shouted back, but Leela and Elorin said nothing. As Plenna fell into the arms of Heena and Jaycin, the moonlight caught the stone in the High Priestess’s circlet. Leela felt her magic begin to burn within her blood, a startling heat that brought out the taste of the fruit in the back of her mouth. There was something special about that circlet, more than the obelisk or the statues or even Sera’s pendant. Leela was certain of it, felt it deep in her bones. If she could just have the chance to hold it, to touch it in some way, maybe she could see . . .

Elorin let out a wistful sigh. “She looks so happy, doesn’t she?”

Leela followed her gaze to where one of the acolytes was placing a wreath of flowers on Plenna’s head. She felt a pinch of envy at the simple joy of Plenna’s life.

“Do you think I am doing the wrong thing?” she asked. “Should I just leave everything be? I do not wish to cause the people of this City more pain.”

“You have not done anything wrong,” Elorin said firmly. “It is the High Priestess who is causing pain, even if the rest of the City does not know or see it yet. Kandra believes you—well, about the High Priestess, if not about Sera. I believe you about it all. We will find a way to bring Sera home and prove it to them.”