*Yrael hums quietly as he works, deftly rearranging the Charter Marks of each piece of the Pattern. Eyes are complicated, as any part of any living thing is. Some of the pieces of melody that he hums become Charter Marks themselves, and he moves them into their places accordingly.*

*The work seems to go on forever, until at last there is a pause in the Other pattern. The Charter Mark'd pattern that makes up the Bright Shiner halts its rearranging and remaking, pausing with the air of one surveying one's own work. Then the Other pattern withdraws, the Charter Marks flowing away and out.*

It is done for now, Chanterelle.