The gift is found when we reach, trusting that we will find.” Prompted, Athëo said, “We waited, and … didn’t know that we were waiting.” He sounded not doubtful, as I might have expected, but thoughtful in his hesitations. “Together,” said Rhamnetin, “the cycle is open to us.” “Only together, we, um, reach out?” “Not quite. Reach again, and grasp what we find.” “Only together we reach again,” said Athëo, “and grasp what we find. Whatever that turns out to be.”
