Lion Head Mesa shahwa

a challenge, this boy.

jawahir listened to pharaoh laugh and burrowed against him greedily.
i will find her, do not worry. jawahir promised of the sister, teeth raking softly against the finery of ramesses' chest.
anarkali could have been anywhere; they would go to another meeting place and call for her, suss her out of hiding. but the boy, that would be different.

perhaps the giants will give up the boy in a trade? a smirk then, inscrutable.