Lion Head Mesa (ap) sympathy butters no parsnips

hm, no, jawahir would muse aloud, and then laugh, strutting around the wellspring's dry stone.
it is insulting to the fellahin, our lord-sun's favorite toys, but no.

those eyes flashed with unknowable emotion; something possessive, at the thought of the pharaoh. something darker when the face of satsu came to mind. this was easy for the coyote to dismiss, to pocket for later study. now that the wedding had happened there was much plotting to be done.

with such joys offered to them, even the mazoi enjoy our company. the courtesan mused, and dipped a toe in to the pool. it was cooler than usual, but jawahir was warm for all the gossiping and the constant work of entertaining. i know each of our mazoi has had a taste.