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wrestling tournament. The resulting trinity had taken its most powerful incarnation’s name even though it rarely manifested that incarnation.
    In her Nika manifestation, Dhrun wore the same black lungi and scale armor vest that she had on the beach; however, these vestments now covered shapely hips, two small breasts, and four muscular but distinctly feminine arms. Her eyes were wide, long lashed, very dark.
    When composing her divinity complex, Dhrun had chosen not to light an aura around her body to announce her divinity; her four arms achieved the same feat without increasing her visibility during more covert activities.
    Presently Dhrun bowed her head and pressed her hand to her heart in the custom of the Cloud Culture. Absently, Leandra realized that Holokai’s crew, all of whom were Sea People, would find Dhrun an excellent sailing companion given that she was of all three cultures and could help the ship fulfill the Trinity Mandate, which required all official Ixonian endeavors to involve at least one member of each of the archipelago’s three cultures.
    â€œMy friend,” Leandra said while pressing her own hand to her heart, “would you step closer?”
    Dhrun did so, curiosity plain on her face.
    â€œYou have been in my service for a year now?” Leandra asked.
    â€œA little less.”
    â€œAnd how do you find it?”
    â€œIt suits me well.”
    â€œIs there any reason why you would be dissatisfied?”
    Dhrun’s smile never wavered. “I should like a little more time in the wrestling arena. A goddess does like to be worshiped, after all. And I am second in your esteem after Holokai. I should like to be first; given my requisites, I am a bit competitive.”
    â€œI’ve already warned you about baiting Holokai.”
    Dhrun smiled. “I thought you hated how much your parents pun.”
    â€œPun?”
    â€œBaiting Holokai, given his … other incarnation. I thought you were punning.”
    â€œOh Creator, no, not intentionally. I mean that I can’t have you and Holokai fighting.”
    â€œWhy do you doubt my satisfaction in your service?”
    Leandra considered the goddess’s face. “You are the only neodemon I’ve ever known who converted herself.”
    Dhrun’s smile brightened. “Ah, my conversion. It wasn’t easy, you know, breaking into your bedroom chamber like that.”
    â€œIf it were easy, I suppose you wouldn’t have done it.”
    â€œI wouldn’t have,” she agreed before stepping beside Leandra. With her lower arms, Dhrun took Leandra by the elbow and led her to the portside hull, where they could better watch the whitemoon’s reflection. Walking made Leandra’s knees ache, but now they stood together like two friends. It was a comforting feeling.
    Just then Leandra realized that many of her future selves felt almost nothing, or bursts of nonsensical emotion. She tensed, wondering what strange catastrophe would happen in the next hour. Some magical attack? Maybe her disease flare would worsen and expand her perception to a maddening degree? Or maybe … Suddenly she laughed.
    â€œWhat is it, my lady?” Dhrun asked.
    â€œAn hour from now, I will likely be asleep and dreaming. I can feel it. It’s a strange sensation.”
    The goddess frowned.
    Leandra continued in a more serious tone, “We were talking about your conversion, its suspicious nature.”
    Dhrun snorted. “You’re suspicious only because, when you finally discovered me in your bedroom, you had to admit that I looked better in your blue Lornish dress than you do.”
    â€œIt does look better on you,” Leandra grumbled, enjoying the banter. It was nice having another woman to talk to, even if Dhrun wasn’t always a woman. “Won’t you tell me why you decided to arrange your own conversion? You were a successful neodemon. You could have avoided detection for