Lion Head Mesa dyestain

tamar understood, she understood.

he spoke much under his words. arsenio was a man of many veils.

"there is too much weight in akashingo." there was too much for each of them to carry. "it was simpler when i was home, with my mother." tamar sucked air into her lungs. it hurt so much even now to think of how she had been taken. and how she perhaps might never return.

"but if i had not come here, we would not have met. here," she gestured at the store-room with a little laugh, "here we are only a man. and only a woman." she sought his eyes, believing it to be true, willing him to see the same.