Lion Head Mesa tenth

Tierra laughed at his question. It tickled through her, providing a small jolt against the heaviness that seemed to be pressing her into the furs. She rolled to the side and was surprised to find him looking at her.

Never. She didn't think she was. She didn't have any of what he had but that didn't sound like company. It sounded cold.

Rooms are lonely. So is eating alone. I never do that. She didn't necessarily even connect these statements with him, with his servants and his halls full of guests. She pressed her muzzle into the furs and stretched, enjoying the way her legs seemed to warp like liquid.