Lion Head Mesa fire bringer

you are a girl!

she bellowed back, scorched earth beneath her feet. perhaps treva could have admired the great climbing that such a young woman had done. a young girl.

but now a father, a husband, a rightful ruler laid dead upon a high place.

and i have stood as shabti before you were even a crown prince! do not think so lowly of me as you have your own father!

their voices raised, carried. treva burned with a holy fire unbecoming.