Lion Head Mesa When I can't say that I feel the same

her gaze only briefly went to the priest in the room. then it was back upon the once jodai. that woman he said as if qiao was nothing more than a pestering fellahin.

her father had made mistakes, missteps, but makono did not see them in qiao. for it would have been all too easy for the qiao to sour against her in the moments they had spoken. instead she had given loyalty to the crown, to do the bidding as makono needed.

but khaba also did makono's bidding.

she could not pit them against one another. any punishment must end it at once. a blow for a blow, if it continued much further than that she might lose power in too great an amount.

very well. she was not here to decide who took it. perhaps that too was up to qiao to decide! what of your woman at the lake? don't tell me she is mourning and missing for you. her voice tinged with a soft humor, even if her gaze remained hard.

jealous!