Onrai took the cup and drank from it. “There’s more to it, I’m sure, my dear Kay.” The drink seemed to almost unnaturally flow from the cup to her lips, and whatever the heat was she seemed to not bother reacting. She raised an eyebrow for a moment, before a finger snapped.
For the moment, things remained quiet, and yet something was off. The steam of the tea remained perfectly still, suspended as though it were a prop hung from the ceiling. Onrai had done this before when speaking to
Valery Noble
during her captivity, and now was a perfect reason to do the same.
“Why are you willing to live this homely existence when there are such greater things that can be done? My people of Kiross need a herald to take care of them. And we are still linked through the ritual I performed that brought you back from death.”
Kay-Larr