Lion Head Mesa copper

the pharaoh prattled. tavina bit her lip. each moment was one that crowfeather would lose in the mending of his leg. it did not matter where he had gone, or why; it mattered that he did not waste the months of effort poured into him.

ramesses grew conversational. "it would be an honor to mentor your children, divine one." she dipped her head in polite acknowledgement of the gratitude he wished her to show. 

the royal man in one breath suggested tavina's success, and then denied it in the next. the sesh was not sure how to respond, and so there was a pause while she decided.

"suppose i take a guard or even belen. i have seen them together. she seems to be good for him. we will at least speak with him, or perhaps even grant him an escort as far as mereo if he is determined to go."

her heart raced. she no longer meant to stay and yet she must, she must stay and listen to the inane babbling of this spoiled blueblood.