Lion Head Mesa stele

Languid in his movement—confidence all but oozed from him, and Meadow couldn’t quite place his keen interest in her. Reyson disliked the politics of Akashingo—but if she was not of Mereo, what could the Pharaoh possibly wish from her?

It was hard to truly focus on the man—not when worry festered in her heart for Reyson and what he was potentially doing now. If anything about this entire visit determined for her it was that she no longer felt guilty about potentially taking him from Mereo—she didn’t want to be apart from him any longer…

…And that thought terrified her even more.

Still, the man displayed before her—propped up and indulging upon meat. He knew nothing of Epoch—her brows arched in surprise, given how close Akashingo was to Mereo—and she gave a brief tilt of her slender muzzle. “Arsenio and Tamar lead Epoch,” she offered, considering her words carefully. Had she known the lead couples ties to the Mesa, she would have skirted the topic more delicately. “Our home is in the vale of the mountains.”