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

belen did not try to hide her tears. they ran fierce and fast and silent along her cheeks. but in her own pain she could see his; they mirrored each other for a moment. she had only ever wanted to please; she had set her eyes upon crowfeather and decided she would be the one able to make him happy. this had been a dream, nothing more than effervescent nonsense. her heart hurt. in this second a vine of thorns encircled it and squeezed hard. the kiss she offered him was not the passionate thing she had envisioned, but a press to his cheek. "when?" if she could not have him, then akashingo would not either. she thought of the woman lilitu and knew her current decision was struck from jealousy.