Lion Head Mesa Antallagí

News had come to Jawahir of some upheaval within the mesa. They had wanted to linger and to listen, but upon the dismissal of Sayyadina, the courtesan hurried off; from the fellahin they learned of Ramesses' anger, of Satsu's frigidity, and wondered at all the change about to transpire.

They carried themselves along the cold sand, trying to keep busy so as not to fall victim to their own curiosity; it was then that Arsenio passed beneath one noble arch and at his heel, a girl. Further intrigue sparked within the creature, and they drifted closer — snaking around the pair.

This girl, she was not of the sand. Her coat was fine yet thick, her body tapered with youth. My, how quickly tastes change, they murmured, looking coyly upon the mazoi.