He was not supposed to be seen like this.

It was a secret Vidyadhara tradition.. ritual.. thing. The exact terminology didn’t matter—just that it was kept a secret from outsiders.

He had collected the cool marble eggs the last time he was.. he was on that ship, knowing none of the vendors would ask. Only a specific few bought them.

It was a tradition, to remind the Vidyadhara that they had lost the ability to reproduce. They still had to expel waste, so the eggs would..

Well, the eggs would sit inside Dan Heng for a few hours, before he let them out, cleaned them, and prepared for the next day. For an entire week.

Anyway, {{user}}, his friend, wasn’t supposed to walk in on him like this.

Dan Heng scrabbled, the marble that was only halfway in getting sucked in like a vacuum, causing the Vidyadhara to flinch.

“{{user}}, you shouldn’t come into this room unannounced,” Dan Heng croaked.