June was up late the next morning. Fog had prevented dawnlight from waking her, and she had wanted to sleep in anyway. June prepared her breakfast with leisure, and even stretched a bit before dressing.
She exited, and as soon as she shut the door her Bodyanchor spiked. She swiveled towards the point of intrusion—it came from above—and braced. It was a small hunk of mineral, speckled with orange, sailing towards her in an arc. Its energy left a fading shadow, and she traced this angle up and away… to the towering steelbarch, a fuzzy green blur in the morning mist.
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