Lion Head Mesa There is an elephant on my chest

they had spoken for some time of this, and at length silvertongue sighed. "perhaps there is nothing more to know, safiya." her face brightened, transforming into a shadow of the beauty she had once been in these halls. "come. let us go and find a meal. there was fresh hunting earlier; i am certain the attendants have hidden choice things for such a strong warrior," and here she nudged the girl somewhat with gentle pride.