Lion Head Mesa Krýo

once when she had looked out across the sands and seen the moon hang low, it had been red.

it had gathered a thousand fires in its heart, her father had said.

arsenio reminded her of that moon in this moment.

he only smiled at her. the maid rolled her pale eyes and balanced for a moment, seeking to stuff the herbs into the side of his jaw. "yes. the desert." but now she did not want to speak of it. "swallow that."