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The centermost Great Mother seemed to sigh as she looked towards the stars.  An aged voice echoed in Charlotte's mind.  [b]"The Worldsinger ... is the appointed hero of our people.  Every few generations one of our own has the talent to tackle one of the world's ancient problems that few other's should touch."[/b]  It seemed as if the Great Mother thought for a moment about exactly what she should say.  [b]"Their powers are typically enhanced through our own strands and they see that where even we cannot.  The previous one -her mother- died in an attempt to stop a Highstorm from crashing into a continent North of here.  She succeeded, mind you."[/b]

More sweetly the woman on the right spoke.  [b]"Child of Ice, they tend to be more successful when they have others to travel with.  You are free to go if you choose - the stone is of no use to us."[/b]