Lion Head Mesa save the last dance [wp]

There was a strange comfort that came with being in Reyson’s presence. Perhaps it was the way he had confided in her, or the nature of his promise, his thoughts on healing and their arts. There had been some in Mereo, for a time, who did not appreciate what herbs and those who knew how to use them could do for the ailments that commonly surrounded a soldier’s life. Her own husband had been one of them for a time, until she had the chance to show him different.
 
“I never learned… my homeland, dancing was not something that was done.” She admitted once more. She was certain if her husband had joined her, that he might teach her, but he was not there. A small smile crept up her lips as he admitted his discomfort and she nodded.
 
“You are a soldier through and through, and it is wise. I fear some members of our delegation might be partaking heavier… the side effects of too much can be simply dreadful, and last for days.” She had treated hangovers before, not that there was ever a real way to treat them. “It is appreciated, though I try not to think about it too much… his duty to Mereo has taken him someplace else for a time, but I know he will return… just as I know my duty has brought me here, but when the festivities conclude I shall return to the canyon and our children.” She offered with a shrug, though it did little to fix the deflated sadness in her voice.
 
“Have you seen Tierra by chance? The Pharaoh drew me in with conversation and I’m afraid I’ve lost sight of her.” And Tierra was the one she was most worried about with how she had settled in to the festivities.