Lion Head Mesa [wp] ferrous

"oh, dear girl."

but she was not a girl, she was simply not a jaded woman approaching her middle age.

"oh, dear friend." 

what if i find my wife the same way?

and now the agony was reflected in fear, until the sesh slumped down beside zaahira and offered the rough embrace of one arm, finding herself measured and known by the mazoi in a way she had not expected to need so very much.

"did you bury her?" and there could be no pretense at evenness in her voice now; it was the shale-strewn beach beside an empty ocean as she found the other's eyes and held them with a new desperation.