Lion Head Mesa honeywine

Tavina.

As old a friend as the moon and the tides. He regarded her with a droll brown eye.

Well, the last several times something big happened, I ended up either imbibed, or watching a horse die on the throne room floor. His voice was dull and emotionless, only for a moment, before his mouth raised into a half smile.

It is good, to have new life in the palace. But it only serves to remind me I grow old, and those I loved are either gone from this world or no longer with me.

He could still remember the smell of his fur, the sanctuary he’d found in his touch. His heart ached to think of him, and yet to not think of him was an exquisite torture like no other.