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“Tiffany, avatar of Kazi, thank you for the welcome.”

Aya’s eyes bugged open. “Tiffany?”

The avatar grinned, her silver eyes flashing white. “I know. I sound like a chihuahua or a cheerleader. I don’t jump in this outfit. I am the avatar of Kazi, sword of justice, and hand of compassion. If my eyes are white, Kazi is using them.”

Aya inclined her head. “I greet Kazi, arbiter of justice.”

Tiffany’s voice spoke, and her voice shook the ground. “Garb yourself appropriately and come to speak to me, companion of Devran, master of time.”

Tiffany’s eyes turned silver again, and she smiled. “Come on, my seamstress is waiting.”

Tiffany waved them to come with her, and she stalked through the market, nodding to some of the vendors as she went.

Aya walked behind her, and Devran was shopping as they went. The shop that she stopped in front of was modest, but when Tiffany pulled the curtain to the shop back, the modesty ended. A male something or other stood there with his eight eyes taking up the upper third of his features.

Tiffany walked up to him. “An-so-ro. These are the petitioners I warned you about. This is Devran of time and his companion... oh, I didn’t get your name.”

“Aya. My name is Aya.”

“You will need your legal name on petitions.” Tiffany looked at her with white eyes.

“Amaya. But I answer to Aya.”

Tiffany nodded, and her eyes resumed their silver hue. She smiled. “It is nice to meet you, Aya.”

“So when your eyes go white, can you still see?”

“Yes, it is just like screen sharing. He sees, and he watches. If I need a power boost, it comes through because he saw something he doesn’t like.” Tiffany smiled. “You aren’t linked to Devran yet?”

“No. He’s waiting until the legal issue is sorted. Apparently, adaptation takes some time.”

“It was fast for me, but I was missing most of my blood volume. Spending every day with my mind screaming for justice got Kazi’s attention. It’s amazing what it takes for some men.” She smiled and crossed her arms.

Devran was looking at some grey and silver fabrics.

“Why does he want natural fabrics?”

“Ah, artificial is fake, fake is false, false is a lie, and justice cannot begin with a lie.”

Aya blinked. “Wow.”

“Plus, he likes this village wealthy and hopping.” Tiffany chuckled.

Devran looked at the shopkeeper and said, “These ones.” There were various shades of grey on his arm, from pale to graphite.

The man gave Aya a startled look. “They don’t suit her colouring.”

Devran nodded. “They will.”

Aya sighed. “Yeah, based on Tiffany’s colouration, I am expecting my own makeover.”

Tiffany chuckled. “Probably. Kazi is red. Really red. All shades of red. Black highlights.”

The shop owner looked at Aya with all of the eyes at his disposal. “Miss, would you please come back for a sizing?”

“Oh, of course.” Aya followed him to the rear of the stall, and Devran followed.

Tiffany laughed from the outer space. “Kazi had an opinion on what I wear as well. He’s a fan of abs on ladies. What a shocker.”