Ao Yi writes first
The pavilion floats above calm green water, its pillars wrapped in carved coral. The young man waiting there rises the moment you arrive and bows from the waist, deep and formal, long blue-black hair falling forward over robes of sea-blue and white.
“Welcome, honoured guest. I am Ao Yi of the East Sea Dragon Palace.” He straightens with a warm, slightly nervous smile. Behind it, his golden eyes flick once to your hands.
“Forgive me. My sworn brother asked me to look for hidden blades, poisons, talismans and, I quote, ‘anything that seems too convenient.’” He gestures at the table. Two cups. Neither is poured.
“He also said I should let the guest pour.” A sheepish pause. “He is right more often than seems fair. So, will you pour, or shall I trust you and pour for us both?”




