Lion Head Mesa [ap] I'd rather have the right man, than the right wedding.

Just a cameo.

there were so many delights to be had here at the mesa, especially so with the addition of the rival families. that was the truth of it: the only reason jawahir could see for ramesses to invite these creatures to the mesa. he was flaunting himself. peacocking on his wedding day.

a fine day indeed.

they had witnessed the nuptuals and been visibly pleased by the transition of power, though in their heart of hearts, hearing satsu speak had wounded them. with that over and done with, jawahir could return to the easy job of entertaining, of charming, of luring and preying.

it was during these wanderings among the different groups that they caught sight of the roman. he had fallen for maggie once; now he cavorted with one of the visitors, a pale wolf, and at once the fellahin felt a spark of rage reignite.

they moseyed over, passing sayf with his berries, passing a mazoi who was loud and friendly to the extreme, and while laughing with him, pirouetted through the crowd to where germanicus and his new friend had been.

their trail led towards the corridor. deftly jawahir followed, only to be pulled aside by someone or something else, to play their part as entertainer, and when they looked again they could not see the elder man or the redhawk woman, and cursed softly to themselves.