Lion Head Mesa silver

gucci was shaking. tavina moved closer, offering the brush of her thicker fur. even her warm-season pelt would afford more heat to him than his own small body. "he doesn't decide what i do," the sesh said with a sardonic tilt to her mouth. "but yes, i am taking this to him. he needs to sleep. he will be of no worth to akashingo if he does not."

tavina blinked. "i know we have another prince but what you might consider is offering yourself as an advisor to ramesses. he is brash. headstrong."

she had no right to arrange such things. and yet she would.