Luneshale Pass Desolation. [mp]

their young royal was a credit, manuvering through her own anxiety and fear to give welcome commands and collect the things tavina needed.

when legend snapped, she shoved herself forward, muscling the delirious woman down against the earth. "inji, would you?" the dark woman asked in a brusque voice, gesturing toward the cloths, the water. "we'll help her drink, and then, queen, if you could mix the sleeping potion."

the directions, forthcoming; two portions this, three that, generously mixed with water and tipped into the loose jaws of legend, and all the while tavina held her down, held her close.