Lion Head Mesa Khnum

belen was growing irate, restless. kasmut chastised her. the girl did not answer, did not react. not this time. not more than the set of her mouth and the pinning back of her ears. "i only want to understand." she inhaled. "am i allowed to go with you when you see him again?" maybe then she might comprehend. she was taught. coiffed. fed. but the swelling wanderlust in belen was not easily tempered. there was something coming, and she had no idea what truly to expect.