barathrum.They saw. With the slate of their eyes, they saw. It was waiting, hidden beyond the clouds, the faintest outline of the Maze, Orin's labyrinth. The sky was a door, locked tight. And their they stood, fingers interlaced, a pair of keys. Watching. Waiting to be turned so they could unlock and be unlocked in return. So they circled the temple like buzzard and vulture, the velocity of their chrysanthemum fingers and orchid palms brushing every one of Varonian's snarling carved beasts. It had been many days and many night before finally, finally, their brother had awoke. His firstborn heartbeat echoed through the hall