Qeya River jedan

the woman who greeted her was just as large. yet she smelled of others, she smelled of these lands. in the way that senka did not. there were a handful of things that could have had lines drawn between them and a million more that did not.

help implies i give nothing. her head dropped down beneath her shoulders. a hunching figure so that she might be below the other woman's strong height

i would like to be in these lands so i might learn them. when i am here, i give my body to guarding. when i am not here, i am only looking around before returning, reporting the things i see.

was this enjoyable to the woman of qeya river?