Lion Head Mesa Earthly scene

She knew nothing to say to sweeten tears, and this she despised most of all. Gently she coaxes the wolven girl into the space beneath her cheek and against her chest, holding her firmly as if to set her into Eset’s own fur. Something between them that could be solid.

“It is a volatile game,” one she did not wish for the girl to play if she did not need to. “It is not necessarily a bad thing to be favored. It comes with luxuries and liberties- though at the cost of others.”

Guilt sawed at her. She did not want Inji to feel like a sitting duck. “Queen Toula has promised nothing will change in regards to what we’re offered here,” she raises darkened ears with some small hope, intending to share what she had of it with Inji.