Taziako looked about her, confused. Her grandfather had been there just the moment before, and now … now she stood in the bedroom of her childhood. The rich tapestries clung to the walls, warming the wooden slats, and the sweet smell of her mother's cooking filled the air.
Tazzie ran to the door, opening her mouth to call out in greeting, and then stopped when she realized she stood once again in the Temple of the Dance. The old moonspeaker nodded at her gravely, and intoned, "What Jone and Jode have shown you is for you alone. Consider it, and remember it always."