Shy Deer Steppes she the hunted

jawahir smiled. it was a name that fit the shy and shrinking creature. for now. there were more fitting words to describe what she would become.
from where did you come before? they asked. the mesa was growing. it was already palatial. and they themselves had procured the loveliest decorations.
jawahir trotted in peaceful silence, at ease with the choices made to win and hold the heart and flesh of ramesses.