Lion Head Mesa bird of paradise

if her brother could not see what everyone else did, they were forced to dispute it in a different matter.

her heart thrummed in her chest. lively and vibrant. uncertain, but unwilling to waver. breaking a thousand years of tradition! it was no easy feat, she could not walk with peace into it. but she could be confident. collected.

she could count on the ears of we'eb senmut, of nazli. need be she could pull khaba closer.

we will be in opposition if need be. she decided then and there. yet it was not with pleasure or even a backbone of iron. it was a grim fact, one she stared into the face of now.

i do not wish to put a strain upon our trip as his first emissary work, but it does not feel well to hide it longer than needed.

she seated herself now.

there was a fraction of the strength in her now that had been shown last night.