Lion Head Mesa cobalt

she listened, she stewed on the words. nearly clamped her own tongue so hard it threatened blood.

then her shoulders sagged. a sigh followed. the expanse of it all laid down before her for her to gaze upon with thoughtfulness.

i won't rid them.

this much she was certain of.

they had spoken of extensions, this may have been a more welcomed thing if that had been the case. now there was expansion here in the subtle start of swelling sides.

queen.

she had used the word queen, spoken of the title as if treva now wore it — or perhaps she only meant to use it as a dangle out of reach. it was hard to tell, but regardless her gaze drifted to the woman's face once more.

does he wish to see me or only to hear the diagnosis?