Miranda

Yin Zhiqi took in the expansive marketplace with a smile. Nutmeg, cardamom, and saffron swirled in the air, and loud chatter picked up just a few feet further into the city. Even the largest ports in Yong Ping felt calmer than this, and Yin Zhiqi rubbed the back of her neck, a little overwhelmed. "Nothing so grand, I'm afraid," she said. "Just knowledge." Then, a misty look fell over her eyes. "But then again, isn't knowledge the grandest thing of them all?"