Two Eyes Cenote silk

"i am not the one to ask, pharaoh," tavina answered promptly; she turned to wipe her paws and to find what she wanted among her stacks of fur-cloths and laid-out herbs.

as she rummaged, she cast a light glance toward toula. the girl was changed to woman, truly; there was little of that child beneath the new and polished glint. tavina knew that by now had her young ward been introduced to the dubious ardor of man and woman; look how her smile glowed; look how she walked with the confidence of one who knows she is wanted entire by the one her heart favors.

the sesh was happy for the young ruler, truly, if still watchful over rashepses, and worried for the rigor of pregnancy and childbirth, and even those early days with all the nurses and servants around that could be desired.

makono. it was a credit she did not stop her riffling. "ah, here." a rough shape of dehaired goat-hide, stiffened into a piece that would eventually conform to the royal shoulder beneath her drapings. "i will say that if your sister should return, she should not expect to claim pharaoh. her chance for it disappeared the day you took your father's throne." the purpled eyes were thoughtful. "children fight for thrones. i do not think makono will."

she waited to hear toula's thoughts.