“So. Wait. You're saying this,” he points down to the sand, “Is the mother of the big cloud of glass balls that Tali and Shepard ran into?”
“Only from a certain point of view!”
Kal blinks again. He blinks again. The implications run through his head, hitting the large mental wall of wharblegarble. “Dare I ask who the father was?”
There is a moment of rare silence from the golden sphere. “Well. From a certain point of view, it was Malfeas-who-Was. Kingship, Dominion. Together with Law, that creates Hierarchy.”
Kal makes a weak chuckle. “So the glass balls came from the sand being melted?”
Autochthon harrumphs. “It was certainly much more complicated than that!” (C) Glorious Shotgun Princess