Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

tamar moved to touch lightly between his ears, if crowfeather allowed. 

"you should be what you want to be."

she did not ask him why he had run. did she not wish to escape akashingo? her mind revisited the last question she had asked. 

"there was one star very bright the night of my birth. we called it easal. honey." she had spoken this tongue with no one else save jawahir. it would be a secret shared between her and this boy she had come to regard as a brother.