Lion Head Mesa reed

her chest puffed, but she also tucked her chin into it. a position practiced in lessons, a look meant for judgmental royals.

i want to see him first, and as if he might materialize, she looked down at the path to their perch. then i can know if he is enough. such big talk for a still small girl.

otherwise, i will pick another.

at once, she felt a near frenzy in her heart. to tear through the halls of akashingo, to tear through the flatlands entirely. as if she might find what she wanted in such a way.

she refrained.