Hoshor Plains Shor Tawakof

Vitihi didn’t sneer at Zhavvi’s venomous tongue, but she certainly burned inwardly — spurned by the girls’ blatant disrespect. She could feel the eyes of the Khalas on her like a hot spotlight and for a moment the new Khaleesi deigned to intervene. But when Rakharo came down hard, the humble maiden knew she did not have the strength to subdue the incensed daughter. Her ears orbited, caught between sentiments of contempt and inadequacy, as she watched Zhavvi resist domination.

Rkaharo’s booming voice snapped Vitihi from her loathing trance, ordering all wolves to go. A bit relieved, the Khaleesi turned away from the scene and left with her people. There was a lot to digest.