Soul of a Poet

Several more days passed… Sunny would have lost count how many, honestly, if not for the fact that two of his incarnations were out there in the world — one marching with the Song Army, the other preparing to raid and destroy its supply lines. 

He had spent these days immersed in weaving. 

At some point, Aiko delivered a collection of Memories to the basement of the Brilliant Emporium. Some of them she had purchased and was about to resell, some had come from the Fire Keepers. Sunny had to take breaks from time to time to rest his boiling mind, replenish essence, and weave more shadow threads, so he spent his breaks studying these Memories. 

With each Memory he fused with, his insights grew.

Almost two weeks had already passed since his battle with Revel. The Marvelous Mimic had long healed the hole made in the floor of the dining hall by the black arrow, and Nephis was set to arrive any moment now.