Lion Head Mesa heaven's not enough

there was something solemn about the way racharra spoke of the lake. she had been all but abandoned to the palace; did her sorry excuses for parents even know where she was now? did they care?
zaahira supposed not.
it was a great day, the tall ears bend back to rest against her skull. i am only sorry you had to bear witness to it. it cannot be good for so young a child to have seen their father apprehended, and for a mother you did not even know to seize you.
a breath, a sigh. sometimes i fear they will come back for you. one or both of them.