Lion Head Mesa estrella [m]

laughter came. the sound of the girl she used to be, filling the space of the throne-room. the bashful belen would not speak of all she knew, but it was clear she knew plenty. she did not sound afraid of what might become of her.

is there more to know, highness?

oh, the things she would learn.

mm, of course. there is always more.

satsu was distracted by many thoughts; or maybe it was one thought split many ways: ramesses, ramesses, ramesses, how she hungered for him now.

would you like to see him? she turned as she asked. looking upon little belen with more warmth than before. i am sure he would be delighted with a visit from you.