Lion Head Mesa dauphine

a grin spread cleanly across jawahir's face.

ah! i see, it was perhaps the first impressive thing maggie had ever done. they would need more able-bodies to protect the mesa as well as keep business running smoothly. this girl was a fine catch.

still, they ambled around nephele and took great care to study the various scars, awed.

what is it you would like to be called then, if not polecat? jawahir had some thoughts of what to call this divine thing, scars and all.

this is your new beginning! you may as well make the best of it.