Kiako-Ki

It was choosing day. The grubs lay snug in their craters, content to be alive and to have survived the first culling. They cooed and giggled and cried, unconcerned about the adult Trolls that stood at a distance and held back all manner of pure white beasts, waiting in anticipation. It was time for the grubs to find their lusus. Or, rather, it was time for the lusi to choose their grubs. A certain sect of people waited with bated breath. Among the multi-colored grubs, hidden amongst the rust bloods, lay a small male grub with blood the color of cherry candy. It was a miracle he'd survived. It was a miracle he was born. Now, all that was