REMI'S POV
The card arrived on the fifth day.
It came through the outer community correspondence — not the formal authority channel, not the pack notice system, but the ordinary correspondence that still came to the Luna desk even during the first weeks after a birth, because the outer community's needs did not pause for significant personal events and I had, in any case, arranged with Priya that the urgent items would be flagged so I could address them from the penthouse.
Priya had flagged this one as: not urgent, but you should see it.
It was handwritten, in the careful large letters of a child who is learning to write with seriousness but has not yet achieved reliable spacing. The envelope said: To the Lua — an understandable spelling error, and one that Marisol, reading over my sho
