Praise for the sing-ing, praise for the morn-ing
Mentl enters the chamber, singing. Zona is already dressed in her travelling clothes
MENTL: “Praise for them spring-ing fresh from the – ” Whoa. Goin’ somewhere, baby?
ZONA: I’m going to find Mother.
MENTL: We’ve got scouts and trackers already out there –
ZONA: They don’t even know where to look! It’s been two weeks, Mentl.
MENTL: You don’t really know where to look, either, honey. She wanted you to be here. It’s –
ZONA: She should have been back here before we were! Something happened, I know it.
MENTL: Yeah, we all know it, which is why the priests and priestesses are scrying and you got half the Snake Tribe out sneaking around on the east side of the river.
ZONA: And no word – nothing. I can’t stay here, sitting on my hands any longer. You coming with me? Or not?
ON MENTL. He gives her a dirty look
MENTL: I’m not gonna dignify that with a reply.