She couldn't hear anything. From the White to the Black, there was nothing. Not even a whisper in the Darkness. Oh, Jaenelle could hear, but the sounds she heard were unsettling. Roars from the carriages that should have been silent if they were Craft-driven. Humming, buzzing from the black ropes strung across the streets. Voices.
Voices. People. Landens, yes, but then there was one she felt a resonance to. Not Craft, not Blood, but power all the same. Magic.
Something she could work with, at least.
"Hello?" she called again, this time using Craft to carry her voice to the vessel containing that spark of magic she felt. Not Blood to Blood, but close.