Luneshale Pass Mine and yours

"For you, my prince."

For all of her hogging, it was still a bewitching feather of an owl. Plush afterfeathers, and a vane of white stars and sandy rivers.
Whether or not it was an act of courtesy from Rashepses was not something for her to decide.

"He says he believes that you would like to look upon it."
Even if the curse behind its presence had been death. What an interesting gift that Rashepses had chosen for their Erpa-ha.