The empress moves from fur to fur and among those lain out in varied states of dress, each given quiet attention. Looted finery, a lady may expect.
“Sarlag.” The mongol motions with his chin toward the hide of spotted ivory beneath her regard. “Takhi,” is deemed another of thick dun and, “Ram. Sable,” are named next to them.
The bladder is set aside. Batu stands some distance away, watching her face. There is a blend of speculation and interest within his own.
“The Lotus has an eye for softness.”
“Sarlag.” The mongol motions with his chin toward the hide of spotted ivory beneath her regard. “Takhi,” is deemed another of thick dun and, “Ram. Sable,” are named next to them.
The bladder is set aside. Batu stands some distance away, watching her face. There is a blend of speculation and interest within his own.
“The Lotus has an eye for softness.”
mongolian | mandarin