Lion Head Mesa meadowlands

It lit her heart to see glory girded in his narrow face. And now Charmion was Neith’s, bound to her, and in a way, she to him. She felt honed to their new purpose, and in the morning would hammer out the finer details of the accord.

“We will adjourn for the day,” she tells him. The princess takes a small bite of supper, grinning up at her favored as she chews, thoughts spinning into their neat collection.