Lion Head Mesa bird of paradise

-vibrates the whole time writing this-

he went on.

and she found with a great suddenness that his words did not smack her nearly as hard as they once did. no, she had been weaved in the comfort of her treasure, of the we'eb. of even the beastly mazoi!

did her father know those things? did he understand that her heart could not break twice for him?

she would not allow it.

and suppose the people see he has not earned the title, but that they turn their eyes to see i have. tell me then how it bodes for his own rule?

but she was not done! speaking with a coldness, but not the bitterness of the dried blood before them.

there were two before you. it was an ugly thing to say before him, before the sacrifice she had given in grandness. tell me, now, is one before me so taboo then?