Lion Head Mesa cobalt

treva had thought herself wise. quick-witted and rarely outmatched.

so why, listening to these instructions, did it feel like she stepped into quicksand? no patrolling, rest easy, let another do her work. it was everything she wanted and it yet it was also all she was.

a mazoi with harsh limits on physical activity, it didn't make sense.

but she would listen.

am I not supposed to see him at all until the mourning is over?

her toes flexed, harsh against the ground before she spoke once more. this time softened by the sudden shift of her existence.

will sayyadina stay with me?

she felt exposed.