Lion Head Mesa the darkest side of me

eivor stared at the priest as akavir spoke and denied the hold of akashingo upon them. it was indeed their purview, though she might have taken one of them with them, if only to beat him later for information that might give more insight into royal workings.

her paw slowly shoved aside the reed mats, smearing honey and raspberries into a deliberate paste. eventually her tongue licked the side of her own palm, watching senmut as she enjoyed the mess. 

"i already do not trust you," she said jubilantly, "and so i do not think less of you, priest, no matter how you answer him."

her claws flexed. "i think it is unnatural that you live beneath the ground. what sort of gods could lead you to victory when they cannot even see the battlefield?" standing to her paws, the drengr pulled a strip of sheepskin from the attendant couch and slung it around her shoulders. "tell us where they were."