Lion Head Mesa thirtieth

The man would not speak for her.

The little one, who might've only been a child, wanted answers! Zharille looked to the man first, unsure, finding the situation very strange. She did not like having to wait and she did not like the spectacle of all this; why should she explain things to this girl?

But the man had an expression on his face which bade she try.

Zharille looked to the girl then with obvious discomfort.

Zharille left them. Khaba... calls them his. They could've been; they probably were, biologically, but that was a complicated thing that Zharille didn't care about. He take. He take children, he take home. Gave him home, shared children. Now, Khaba take all.

She couldn't say why he did these things in any great detail. She couldn't explain that it had been right at the time, because she had abandoned them all.