Lion Head Mesa Khnum

belen saw something tendriling in kasmut's eyes. belen grinned. "do you kiss him?" the fruits were making her bold. beneath the veneer she tried to wear was only a girl's curiosity. she smiled, laying her head back against the wall. "i feel floaty, kasmut. like if i tried to walk i would trip. and tired." she frowned. "is this normal?" neizan's accent was beginning to thicken the words of zaira's daughter. she tried to pull their faces into her mind.