Young judicator Sakhiva’k’venatir walks around Laci province on sunny winter day.

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Young judicator Sakhiva’k’venatir walks around Laci province on sunny winter day.
Sakhiva’k’venatir working on her scarf.
She clenched her fingers stronger and opened her eyes. Around her was darkness, hardly lit by shining markings on many tables, hanging from the ceiling and on the walls. Table with the name of her son, also shining with pale light, was hanging right in front of her. Scarf that he wore during barely a year before the Void took his soul was holding her shoulders, and its tissue lied in mess in her palms. Sakhiva put it down on her knees, and few stripes of light flew up from her eyes. “Could you even know that this would be the only thing left from you for me?”
Takotos and his mother, prosecutor Sakhiva’k’Venatir in time she suffered the illness se’djer - neural pathology, that disabled her telepathic abilities completely and made it impossible to establish any psionic contact with her brain. So she started writing on sheets of paper - in my version of Firstborn society scrolls are stilled used for few kinds of information - particulary for children that can’t watch crystals yet and need to form some visual archetypes and for poets and artists. Sakhiva had to recall her limited knowledge on protoss written languages to make her messages clear, and she managed to combine few of them.