Heron Lake Plateau my disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state

there were times in the sylph's life she wasn't stupid -- and this was one of them. as ceara slowed and turned around caiaphas saw the offering in her muzzle, and made her own calculative deductions. whether or not they were right remained to be seen, but with a sly cant of her eyes she glanced ceara and the assured gift in her jaws, and with one poking motion of her long muzzle queried: "what is your plan then, when you get to them? how do you win them over?"

them of course, meaning quixote and raven -- caiaphas imagined all sorts of discussions might be arranged in that thicket, but most of all, she was curious to hear of ceara's intentions, and whether or not the firebrand's name tossed in the ring would be entertained by leadership.