Lion Head Mesa cupido

she nods, the back of her head lightly bobbing.
she brings them away from the various smaller apartments and to a lobby of sorts, where the earth undulates to form smooth areas for sprawling, a nook lined with reeds and flowers, and a small shelf decorated with trinkets dried by the sun.
a rōnin to my people is a warrior who roams, the way you do. they have no purpose, either due to disillusionment or by choice, and follow no daimyo - no lord, or... what was it he said? ...regina.
i worry that crowfeather will follow you. she settles upon a lounging stone, watching him carefully. as is his choice, i will not dispute that fact, but i worry for him.
what sort of life is that for one so young and vital?