The structure is simultaneously strong and portable. The stretched canvas is suppled and soft life calfs skin, but keeps the heat at bay and the chills of the night out. Circular in design, there are no corners, all inhabitants are equal. With a small flap for a door the entrance looks fit for a child, while the whole tent looks as though it could fit a family of ten.
Yurt, Desert
child
chief wife
I am the king's chief wife.  Of all the women that he has married, or who are his concubines, I am the principal one. I represent the kingdom of my father, who is the king's biggest ally. My sons are the ones who will most likely become the king after the death of my husband.
I am not your momma. Your momma is over there?  That is who I was talking to Grammie!  You're my favourite grammie though! Give this key to your mother, child Momma, take the key! The key is for the door over there. I am not sure why it is locked. Maybe this will help?  The forest druid said I could use it see beyond the veil.  All I saw was a glowing fiery eye! Thank you, child. This sounds quite dangerous. I'm glad you gave it to me. Ever since I looked, I hear voices in my head.  They tell me to do things. Have you told your mother about this? It is best not to listen to those voices. They told me to tell no one, but I trust you Grammie! Thank you for telling me, Child. You really seem less concerned than someone in authority would be with that information.  That's what the voices told me to say!