Lion Head Mesa cheves

eyes widened in beautiful train. "oh! did i not tell you — of course i did not. i had no time to say it. " her smile was quick. "my name is belen, neb," the silverbell offered, sweetening it with another bow which swept her low before him. part of her education had been to read the lines of another's form; briar seemed — discomfitted in some way. belen — she at last settled delicately across the mats from him, watching his face with encouragement in her own. "is there anything i can do to help you with the acclimation, noble one?" she asked earnestly, glancing away only to arrange a sampling of the meal's dishes on a thin strip of hard-cured hide.