It is, as has long been said, the nature of the Cyngael that in the midst of brightest, shining joy, they carry an awareness of sorrows to come, an ending that waits, the curving of the arc. It is their way, the source of music in their voices, and – perhaps – what allows them to leave the shining behind, in due time, when others cannot do so. Gifts are treasured, known not to be forever.