Harrow looks over the notation. "This is the weave for gateways, isn't it? The notation methodology is much improved... yes, this is excellent. Very readable, even for an amateur."

She sets the paper to one side and rises to look at, and through, the actual portal. "Is this your home? I mean--where you dwell now?" The huge, slightly terrifying open sky is familiar from the First House; the nip of chill more homelike than anything she's seen in Canaan House. The clean sharp smell of pine, though, is wholly new to her.