Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

were she like kasmut, belen would regain her power. no — she would not have lost it. gucci was preparing to leave the wellspring but he turned back with a word. she swallowed and dipped her head so he could not see the consternation and shame in her gaze. "i am called belen, noble one." why would he ask after such a tight and odd time with her? surely she had placed a bad view of herself into his head. she would remain with crown bowed until gucci made his way along the stone paths, back to the prince's quarters no doubt. and then belen would turn back to her flowers, with a single angered strike of her paw throwing them into the dirtied water where they would eventually disintegrate.