Cloudy with a chance of rain

The Queen raised a hand, as through RIva was having a tantrum, and the healer almost burst you I’m calm, I’m perfectly calm! when the woman spoke, and RIva realised a gross misunderstanding. She had assumed the Queen of the Warlord knew everything the man did. She would realise now that she was wrong. Either that, or the fate of the Songa was so inconesencial she didn’t even consider him at Riva’s outburst.

She was a little thrown off course, and not certain which path the Queen was taking. She, somewhat optimistically, decided that the Queen must not know at all. “Balsam, he’s shorter even then me, likes to climb trees? Your husband dug out a latrine, and chained him to the bottom of it, no bells ringing?” she asked, trying to sound calm, but likely some of her scathing thoughts leaking through in her tone.