Lion Head Mesa she's imperfect, but she tries

Tavina's lack of judgment soothed her immensely. She let out a long, deep exhale, stepping closer into the healer's stores, the pungency of fresh and dried plants alike a balm to her aching soul.

I felt them today for the first time, Maegi explained. My heat came. . .maybe a moon ago.

And the closeness of him, the long-lost feeling of Mou-not-Mou—she would cherish that intimacy for the rest of her life. But the result? It could not be.

She would have wanted to kill you, too.

Dear God, she breathed, barely audible.

For the first time, she completely and utterly understood her mother's hatred.