Lion Head Mesa All the proud hours I hold are around you

"lean on me." not a suggestion. an order, one made with authority. she was their physician for a reason. so far she had escaped the dubious interest of their regent and avoided the queen. tavina was amused to find that sweets were a universal incentive.

she would help him out of the small room, and down the small corridor which expanded into the open-air throne room. away from the huff and noise further below, she felt crowfeather might thrive a bit. his view overlooked the great stone steps and the red sand stretching in long waves until the mesa lands met the snow.

"take some deep breaths. i'll be right back." tavina turned and stepped away.