Redsand Canyon proximus

because he has cost me face.

because i have always hated him.

because i have always loathed my own weakness.

"because his father was the enemy of mine and his continued existence reminds me of the shame i carry."

not a lie. not the truth she thought.

look; the eagle pinioned and made a pet in pharaoh's court!

it was where a good essence of the man had come to die.

it was where he had lost crowfeather.

"this shame has taken so much from me."

he swallowed and shifted. "and now your husband aches for battle, fennec."

if he could not say all of it he would say this, dragging reluctant torchlight to the sum of anything he had ever measured as glory. or as worthy of respect.