“I’m not sure I’d know what to do with a hair ribbon,” Anhuset finally said, addressing the stars above them. “Probably strangle someone with it.” She choked on the wine she’d just sipped, and Serovek thumped her on the back until she quieted. Then she laughed, and he was lost. There was the magic of the Kai, and then there was the sorcery of Anhuset’s laughter.
