Lake Rodney forge

tavina's breath tumbled out in a rush. nala, speaking all the things she had come to say, talking in exclamations and definites and all the while, white-gold and splendid. and maybe it came to pass that the rush of adrenaline was far too great for tavina to ignore.

that it carried her in a sweep forward, burning and relieved and somehow still desperate, just a tinge; buoyed her forward until their mouths came together in a kiss that she broke almost at once, apologetic and shocked.

and unable to pull away; she stared shaken into nala's face.

"they're murderers," she whispered, but in all actuality the time to talk about the saints had come and gone, she was forcing it now. "there's a princess in akashingo who might offer you a place to stay in her birth-pack." she dared not kiss nala again. "i've arranged it. you're to meet her first and then —"

well. she couldn't very well promise a meeting with pharaoh when she expected him to throw things at her over the mere suggestion.