Lion Head Mesa fire bringer

this was the woman her father had chosen — perhaps treva had carried the madness into their home. perhaps it was her to blame from the start and makono should have killed her first.

she felt the sharp sting of an open wound upon her cheek. she was reminded of mereo. of being pushed into the earth again and again until she learned her place in fighting.

you will do no such thing. makono could not think of a single face who would turn against her for what she had done. silencing madness. bringing peace back to the palace. you will gather your things and leave by the next dawn. be grateful none are here to give punishment for a strike against a pharaoh.

kindness in her hostility!

figure out your goodbyes. now leave me.