Lion Head Mesa from what i've tasted of desire

her mind worked in the same way as his own, then, but she made it no secret. perhaps we can collect one... young, and living—tribute to the Gods, for she did not think one the size of the skinned beast below would or could be herded anyplace! but something smaller? her eyes were bright with the idea of it. a new dawn, a new era—and with such a great thing to be sacrificed, who could deny it was fully her own? 
still, she looked to the man for approval. he was one she entrusted with religious tasks such as these even still—he who had been tutor to her! would he think it wise? or was this perhaps a fools errand she dreamt up? 
and then, speak of trade again, which she listened to with much enthusiasm. this is all very wonderful, comes her words of approval, nodding, should you like to continue seeing to this connection? that we are successful in the building of this bond? she wondered if he enjoyed the trip to the waters, or if he preferred to stay in the Redlands of Akashingo. he was a royal, now, and he would have his choice in this matter.