Redsand Canyon dunefruit

towhee seemed to understand.

tamar had both suspected and longed for this recognition. it made her face feel hot once more, as if the weeping would come all the same.

her worth. tamar had not thought of it. in akashingo she had been an object. in mereo she was a wife. but the girl still felt that arsenio deserved children. her want to give him sons and daughters was fierce.

the young plebian looked at the older woman again, this time letting her gaze hold. she shook her head in a state of unknowingness.

"not yet. it is — when spring is longer. when the yellow flowers bloomed from the sand. that is when i was born." closer to summer. tamar wished she could convey this better.