Lion Head Mesa brass

set after this

dawn was starting to pale the horizon when tavina made her way back to ramesses.

he was as she had left him: pacing. bloodshot. unwashed.

the sesh managed not to wrinkle her nose as she bowed. "the mazoi carries your children, great one. she is early in her pregnancy. i have instructed her to rest and to not expect you before the mourning period is over."