18
Aihi
The kan’thir dangled from arcs of black ki within the Cedar Palace’s Warlock Cells. The grey room had not changed a bit since the last time she came here a month or so ago. Yet, Lacotl seemed as though he thrived in his stagnation.
“Princess, princess, long time it has been...” Lacotl greeted her with his usual level of cheer. “Missing your visits, much.”
His unwashed filth was reminiscent of the scent permeating from the buckets of fish heads after a long summer day at the Nagasou docks.
“I cannot say I share the same longing for your company.” Aihi folded her hands behind her back. “Your definition of fun is not compatible with mine.”
Lacotl’s yellow teeth gleamed.
“You are smart, I must give you that. Cloaking yourself in the mysteries of your people, crowning yourself wi
