Lion Head Mesa narcissus

she saw her flaws now, but did not harp on them. instead she took this opportunity to grow and bond.

she had plans to see mereo again, after all. a diplomat between the two. perhaps a diplomat between here and epoch. even as her father spoke the extent of histories.

his tone was a warning when he told me i must barter who teaches me in epoch. that i should wait for an invite, as if his words of knowledge weren't enough.

if the mercenary answered to the eagle, why would makono not be welcomed there?

she held her tongue on words of belen, eager to sniff out this greek mystery first.