Lion Head Mesa (ap) godhead

she didn't have to stay.
and then the fellahin would whisper, she answered.

she could not have that.
there was much to be expected of this night, much that the party-goers and the servants and the mazoi would believe to be happening; if she went back now...

i only need a moment. some air. but she could not stand firmly either, the room was hazy. she had consumed too many of the berries during the party.

and then she sank to the bed again, sitting on the edge of the furs. quiet like a mouse, rather than the queen she should have been.

i'm sorry.