Lion Head Mesa The almond and the apple

Tuna shares her candor, Eset holds onto her words, nodding stiffly.

“I don’t know yet,” the answer is sincere. She’s seen nothing.

Or something.

But she was new, there was a delicate order of things, and she did not want to confess to the Queen’s chief fellahin that she had already blundered here. She wanted to be an asset to Tuna and the other servants, not a liability.

“I will remain diligent,” she vows, her face set with determination. She would not exploit the coyote’s trust- nor her Queen’s.