Lion Head Mesa I'm coming home again, all alone

belen did not understand love. she had heard it said many times. she had heard it whispered between the pharaoh and his queen. but it took too many forms. and none were as pure and anguished as the way crowfeather said it now. in that moment all belen could think was that no one had ever spoken to her like this, about her like this. what would it be to have a prince say in such certain terms that he loved her? "where are you going?" her voice ground out in a whisper.