Lion Head Mesa (ap) godhead

something useful. something small.
something borrowed, something blue; chimed her mother's voice in her head, which startled her.

we could send a fellahin. tamar, or perhaps sayf, whichever you prefer. it was a bold thought. if he were to choose of the fellahin to gift, even temporarily, to an ally, would it wound him? satsu hoped not; but also, would it unsettle the lady of the caldera?

satsu was quiet then. she drew a breath and filled her lungs with ramesses. it was too much plotting; she was tired from all the festivities but also alive, enamored, a little drunk — and warm here, too, beside him.

carefully now she lay her head near his shoulder, nesting as close as she dared. he felt so strong beside her; that itself was not a shock for he was a warrior and he was hale, well cared for, with a measure of pride in himself... and yet, there was something different about this.

...ramesses, her voice was so quiet now, not wanting to disturb him where he lay. sleepy, girlish. she did not know why she spoke his name except to hear herself say it.