Lion Head Mesa Acceptance

the last face she had expected had been prince siptah. she had not missed the steel that had hardened him during the festivities.

she did not know whether to be as hard as steel too — or to be warm and welcoming. so she was neither. she simply was. toula, on the other hand, seemed to be her usual bubbly self. this she regarded for a moment with a warm look.

of course. she offered. i think toula would appreciate it too...