What is this thing?

[Zephyr]

The cold metal in her hands reminded her of the place where she lost her boy. There was saddness but no tears. No sobs like a typical mother, she was not the typical person much less mother.

Jaxen's text pulled her from her thoughts.

You know when and where.

At least she knew what he meant. When and where. That was for later. The stupid thing was supposed to help her with her end goal. She wasn't sure what it was meant to do -- control a godling? how? Zef studied the object in her hand.