“Sorry…” Leshwi said. A joyspren burst around her, beautiful, like a blue storm. “Sorry? Venli, they’ve come back to us! They’ve forgiven us.” What? “Please,” Leshwi said to Longing, “ask your spren. Do they know of an honorspren named Riah? She was my friend once. Precious to me.” Leshwi … had friends? Among the spren? Storms. Leshwi had lived before the war, when men and singers had been allies. Honor had been the god of the Dawnsingers.
