Nicodemus finished the image transmission and triggered the commlink’s purge routine. He tossed the now useless device into the recycling chute and smiled to himself. Yes, it was all coming together nicely.
The little girl came bouncing into the room, her dark curly hair still damp from the sea spray. “Are you ready to play now, Uncle Nicki?”, she asked.
He smiled at the seven-year-old and slapped his knees, standing up. “Of course, my dear. But I’ve forgotten where we were. Am I the evil vizier, or the handsome elven prince?”
The girl rolled her eyes and stamped her foot dramatically. “That was yesterday, Uncle Nicki! You’re the Great Dragon Ryumyo and I’m the Empress who you serve!”
Nicodemus smiled at the child’s innocence. “Of course, forgive me if I’ve forgotten my place, oh most gracious and beautiful Empress Damienne.”