Lion Head Mesa she who waits

They complemented her, but she knew to keep her mind clear from such things. In her own experience, kind words often had been a shroud for something far more sinister, and there was much she still did not know about Akashingo. Still, the mention of children, her own and the ruling couple’s alike. “My own are about the same age as yours… Nanuq and Siku. Nanuq has promise of following in his father’s pawsteps, a soldier… meanwhile Siku has taken more after the healing arts like me.” Her children she did not mind speaking of or bragging about in conversation. The affection she held for her own was dear and genuine.
 
“What type of emissary work might they do?” She asked, curious about it. She did not know how she would feel about her own children going out in the world so young, but she also knew that Akashingo was quite a different place. “Would they come to Mereo and train? As others have?”