Vevina did not know what to make of her wife. She was gone when she woke and had not made herself known until hours later, and now, for the past several hours, she sad and drank with the other warriors. She showed no sign of interest in her at all, and Vevina feared gossip was already spreading. A couple of servant girls had whispered and giggled when she passed by.
Her concern was more for what her father would hear, think, and do to her if he felt she wasn't attending to her wifely duties. But how did she deal with a woman who intimidated her? She kept reminding herself to be patient, but with a day waning on and her wife ignoring her, she wondered if patience would work.
What else was there for her to do?
With no answer to her disturbing question, Vevina, not the least bit hungry,
