The watchers moved in patterns over each planting, pulses thick with acceptance. Jude spoke watchersign vow: "We receive this memory. We become dreamers. And we carry this gift forward." Children echoed watchersign; wives repeated watchersign soft, long as breath. The watchers pulled back like clouds covering full moon at each echo; seedlings glowed.
In the afternoon they gathered slates and drew geometries of watcherscript and dreamscript under fig-glyph tree. The wives and Elian worked side by side, Lucy mapping dream-runes, Emma carving watcherscript into memory-stone, Zoey painting dream-figures, Serena weaving dream-ribbons into tapestry. Elian held the listening stone in his lap, rereading the script that had drawn him here. Grace flowed from wife to wife, offering water, help, comfort. Judy paused beside her, gazing over orchard trees shimmering with watcherscript tapestries.
"Did you ever believe we could know the island like this?" she asked softly.