Goddess
Through the viewport windows of the Leviathan, Ishani had watched the wall of snowfall at the planet’s south pole part like white curtains, revealing a rocky valley dusted with snow. The starship hovered over the canyon, searching for the facility hidden away somewhere below. Finally, their instruments picked up a signal. Words were exchanged, identities confirmed, and then they were ushered into a hangar.
Khayyam met them at the entrance. “Hello again! My, you don’t look a day older, my lord! And you, the Lady of Folende, you’ve grown much lovelier.”
“Uh, thanks,” Ishani replied, rubbing the back of her neck. How did one take compliments from someone who wasn’t even a member of the same species?
Despite his cheerfulness, the little Chadra-Fan seemed older. His movements were slow and he held himself in a stiff, slightly hunched manner. Only after laying eyes upon Claudia did he grow more animated, excitement suffusing his aged limbs.
“Oh my,” he breathed, peering at her. “Poor child, do you remember me? I knew your father and your grandfather. You must be wondering what they were trying to do to you. Well, after poring over his records here, I’ve found documents that may shed some light on your condition. Come in, please, come in—it’s a lot warmer inside.”