Lion Head Mesa fair winds [wp]

tavina had spent enough time with the cultured dogs of akashingo to understand that sometimes their emotions made them twitch. 

not drunk, she might have questioned. as it was, she only stood regarding the holy man with open amusement. "he deserves it. we all do." he had kept them riveted to those seventy days.

"our crown prince is reticent. a scholar." it was better for akashingo, she felt.