Redsand Canyon cactus fruit

germanicus enjoys his privacy.

tamar thought of their separate beds again. she did not know why it came to mind, except that she had heard the pharaoh call germanicus a feral dog on more than one occasion. perhaps it was true. 

ruenna was speaking — rue. it felt far too strange to address the other as though she were someone without respect. without status. the hierarchy of akashingo had bitten hard into her mind. tamar listened to the question and gave a quick shake of her head, then hesitated.

"my mother kept history. tales. dates. conflicts." her ears splayed uncertainly and then tamar looked up. "i have a head for lorekeeping, if — that is something mereo needs. i am — i can do it, ma — ruenna. well." was this a want? it was something different, she supposed.

the simplicity of clearing bedchambers and freshening them again was more appealing, and yet she felt herself resisting it. with nothing else to say for the present, tamar fell quiet again, though perhaps she was not so shy.