Lion Head Mesa sed

an opening, a clearing.

her path would be unlike any other. perhaps it was cruel to twist and wind emotions in her favor. even her own emotions.

my path is different, so i see the different things, but they are our tradition all the same. the throne hugged her in ways she tried not to notice, to think upon.

nazli is not ready yet. and she meant it. nor would she think the girl ever ready! that she held close. i mean it. give — her stomach sunk within her. her to me. lest she vanish all together.

softer now, yet the seriousness of her voice remained all the same. composed when placed on the spot.

more bodies can be supplied to fill this gap in work, if that is the fear.