Lion Head Mesa ninth

an architect.

his energy was infectious. she pictured him now, detailing her own. a day she hoped was far far off. she wondered what it would have been like if such a thing had been prepared for her mother.

a sting.

i picture you detailing mine. she did not hide this from him, it was not a private thought.

i could give you this. not yet, was the unspoken part. she did not think she could go to pharaoh with this after the distance she had maintained — and without speaking on the show she had displayed tonight.

makono had not been blind to the horror sprinkled through some of the crowd of visitors, but her father's ire had not reached her if he held any.