Lion Head Mesa wailing

arsenio was suddenly there.

"stay away from me," she called back, though her eyes were filled with a odd light. "i am as rancid as a rotted pomegranate."

the banks of the serpentine river were not so far. tamar wheeled and walked some paces. she cast a glance over her shoulder, silent in her invitation that the guard should follow.

"you have no other fellahin to bother, mm?" she teased arsenio when she had slid into the shallows, keeping her distance for now.