Lion Head Mesa I Broke my Chains

the poor fellahin recoils again at her expression, and this time she feels little need to cover it up. this time, she probably will get a headache as her proceeds to lecture her again.

if you held her to such esteem, why are you so hesitant to present these? racharra couldn't wrap her mind around it.
sorry. half-hearted, and curt. she owes him very little. of course, she'd be chastised for this behavior if someone were to witness it — or if he rattled her out. but it's the least of her concerns. a moody teenaged girl never killed anyone. probably.

best of wishes to you too. she drags herself back to her chambers, exhaustion returning to her and leading her through the hall.