Lion Head Mesa (ap) talking to a plant in the corner

She wanted to think about it more, but trying to was giving her a rather large headache and she wasn’t planning on ending her evening trying to purge herself of everything she ate the day previous.

She simply nodded.

Her mind still spun, the mechanizations of a machine used to calculations of deceit. At one point, betrayal was as simple a concept to Sabah as sleep. Germanicus had his mountain, but Sabah could gather something herself.

I thank you for the enlightening conversation, Germanicus.

And for the spark of rebellion now wrapping firm around the ivory curves of her ribs.