Lion Head Mesa shield

pharaoh, she wondered who those gemstone eyes suspected the most.

a doctor? a newcomer? the woman who steady swelled, fit to fill an empty seat? treva had not dropped her suspicions about how others would look upon her. it was even harder to drop when the top man himself sent soldiers upon his own.

she might have been offended, if it wasn't so plainly a pharaoh move.

only barely. keep the company of them long enough and you will learn their ways.

a tight draw of her brows, shoulder deep in the water.

it did not feel deep enough.

i am a mazoi, though. i was meant for hardy work.

now look at her.