Little Goat Mountain princess peach, won't you listen to my speech

"the pharaoh might command, but mereo may not answer."

the girl gave a diplomatic smile, slipping easily to another focus of their conversation. "i think we should follow to find out." fiadh was granted a conspiratorial look and then tamar started up toward the ridge over which the blackbird had come.

the mereoan was careful with the placement of her paws, though she glanced around more than once for fiadh until the ground had leveled beneath them once more.