Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

tamar looked gently at crowfeather.

"it hurts more not to love." and this she firmly believed. she reached out to touch the shadow's shoulder. "they speak highly of you here, in akashingo. the queen herself seems to love you." a quick smile passed over her features.

"if you cannot enjoy love, then find something else here. you are more than your heart." tamar did not know why she spoke in this way, only that she must.