Otter Creek — mithril —

a gracious day. a wondrous day.

cloaked and robed, with the talismans and decorations of her new status hung about her shoulders and brow, the holy wolves came to the marital bower.

"the Goddess Hathor has decreed you should be happy, hemet," senmut said with a sudden rush of affection. he hung a garland of dark green leaves around her neck and stepped back, bowing respectfully to the diminutive vizier who stood at hand.

and to tavina herself, a clear look of approval in his bright green eyes.