A Fair Trade
Ahri walks in disguise, but this fortune-teller has her own secret. What are they both hiding? The market smelled of burning incense and rotting cabbage. Ahri wrapped her cloak around her nine tails and fiddled with her twin sunstone tokens to distract herself from the stench, rolling them between her fingers and snapping them together. Each one had the shape of a blazing flame, but they were carved in such a way that their sharper edges fit together, forming a perfectly smooth orb. She had car...