Lion Head Mesa djed

The idea of returning home was intoxicating, and, yet, Lilitu clung to the thing that brought her here in the first place. She gave Charles a polite gesture at his answer, then turned to Ramesses, ears rotating only slightly to catch her supposed-betrothed's words.

I want an escort to my sister, she reminded Pharaoh, bright green-gold eyes gimlet upon his face. Arielle, of Ursus. I need to find her. After that, I can do as you wish.

Children. She glanced at the young man beside her. She hadn't felt any stirrings as of yet, but wondered if they would, indeed, make a good match. With some trepidation, she took another berry, gulping it down and trying not to choke again.