growing

they listen

know people who can hear
the Tree of Ice. ///
A roar rose in Bandicut's mind as he saw a dozen streamers dancing, a dozen rivers converging at a waterfall. As he watched, the waterfall froze; and he heard a low, secondary thrumming, which he sensed was a growing composite of many views of the boojum's activities.
/// They're good at putting things together.
Like the translator. ///
The waterfall erupted into motion again. The roar became unbearable. /Enough!/ he cried, and the window closed to silence.
Staggering back from the robot, it took him a moment to recover. "It's real—" he gasped "—as nearly as I can tell. The shadow-people are scared of this thing. If they're right, then d