Lion Head Mesa mariposa

so. it was as they had said. the hemet was not a wolf nor a fox. she was like sayf, like jawahir, like kasmut, like sayyadina. even like sihaya himself. and yet she occupied a rank so high as to make lowly belen dizzy. "i have brought you welcome, priestess," the little servant said smoothly, crossing the room to lie the pelts where she felt qiao might make her bed. her glassblue eyes were curious. "i am belen. you may also call on me for whatever you need, holy one."