Behind her, the sinkhole sighed closed, as if the Earth had finally exhaled after a billion years. And somewhere deep in the stone, her father laughed.
Gurapara. The awe before understanding.
“You found it,” he whispered.
“Gurapara.”
“Elara. The Kuvale people don’t just have a word for it. They have a sound. A gasp. A key. Listen.” gurapara!