Redsand Canyon dunefruit

tamar went to work.

she lay out the branches first, arranging them quietly to her desire.

"i have discovered a taste for it."

next the pelts, unrolled and smoothed over the top into a fitting, wide mattress. tamar ran her paw over it a fourth time. she did not yet know how to look at towhee. her eyes felt heavy with envy and tiredness.

"housekeeping. that is what the matrona calls it."