Lion Head Mesa sakura no hana

the other was looking for her now. maggie stepped brashly into a true line of sight, approaching on assured steps. "did jawa'ir bring yew 'ere as well?" the beauty demanded. but she had her answer, soon as she looked at the other.
no stamp of the world-weary on the feminine features of the other. she had moved with grace across the blasted place, after all. never had to swing her hips for nothing, this one. 
maggie's delicate ears thrust forward expectantly.