Lion Head Mesa seventh [wp]

treva had sent the sanpin off to collect more fermented berries.

somewhere makono had flitted through her vision, words of a gift to come. she ever wondered what the princess met but was left with little time to figure it out.

most of her night was spent spinning through the crowd. voices beckoned her attention here and there. she could hardly keep her head on straight! but she cherished it all.

laughter, jokes, dipping her toes slightly into diplomacy.

but it was the hem in training who commanded her attention next. she ordered him to rise with warm laughter, tinged by honey.

she did not forget her conversation with her husband.

you are making leaps and bounds, hem. the sanpin dipped in to drop a bundle of berries between them. just as quick to depart. tell me what you make of things tonight. she purred, lively and ecstatic.