Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

tamar shook her head. "you cannot yet walk, crowfeather."

there was something round and heavy in his tone. she crouched close to him, looking at the floor and then to his face. "i will ask the mazoi to bring you outside. the air may bring you some ease."

he had been cramped in this room for a long time.

"what is in the east?" tamar asked gently. what secret wants did the boy hide? she did not think he would speak to he, but all the same she offered her ear to listen.