Lion Head Mesa [mp] yonder

She lingers, standing back as the girl makes her careful selections. First a deep blue, and a second of crimson. “Those are beautiful. I prefer red, too,” the fellahin compliments.

With her nose she nudges aside a crumbling stone to reveal a pocket of brilliant blue-green lapis. “Look at these turquoise ones- a bit like the Queen’s eyes. Do you think she would like them?”