[ Her eyes half-close, and she wonders, for just a moment, if she could see the weight of it. It doesn't sound like a name, but a title. Something about it, the cadence, something makes her wish she could see the pattern and network of stories like Catherine had been able to.

Perhaps she would, but here, in this strange land, she cannot. She can only hear the words, and guess, so she does not voice the question. ]

Every few months. I arrived just three months ago, myself, and the others were only a few prior to that. There's not even been enough for there to be an established pattern. [ A roll of her shoulders, an implied shrug. ] As far as I know, you're a part of the third wave, and prior to that, the crystals were dormant for a great deal of time.