Shy Deer Steppes tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

More important than status? I don't think so, grandmama, Madhu said reasonably, chuckling a bit. But she let it be, seizing upon the chance to hunt a bit before she left again.

Let's do it. What game? I'm sure this prairie has a lot to offer, she added.

She fell in step beside her grandmother. Easy had never made her ashamed of her "commoner" bloodline; on the contrary, she was proud of the blood she shared with the woman.

Proud to stand with her, run with her, hunt with her.

A shame that blood did not run blue.