Lion Head Mesa a prayer for rain

what a boring topic. belen resisted the urge to roll her eyes. the queen must be distracted. and so the girl would spin a yarn instead of talking about neizan or zaira. "i came from a very odd place, great one. the trees had red bark. and the ground was green always, never covered with snow. my mother was a priestess. and my father was a nobleman who had his own wife." belen grinned, hoping to coax some of the stress from satsu's face. "i grew up with seven sisters and we were sent in seven different directions."