"After five hundred years? How sudden." But the fact that Shōryū's eyes didn't remain closed even when opening them meant looking up at Enki was the first hint that all was not right. Truth be told, he couldn't remember the name he usually used for the kirin. His human name, the many derogatory nicknames he'd collected over the years; they were all obscured by the same mist that clouded his memory of the kingdoms.

"Well," and his eyes closed again, act set back in motion smoothly, "I don't mind making a deal with you."