Lion Head Mesa Thárros

they knew the fellahin well, as their progenitor, their collector. they knew that arsenio had not placed himself in to an intimate setting with them; it was a point of fact and some contention to the courtesan, who had thought their ilk well trained and alluring.
but, if he truly had a family and a pure heart, perhaps he could resist.
the jewel laughed softly as they collected their things, and turned to leave the pits.
i wonder what kind of woman would give you up. a beautiful mazoi like you; strong, hale, loyal. tucking away the circlet in to leaves, and then carrying this in their teeth, jawahir could speak no more.
they would listen to anything arsenio had to say, drawing them along to the mesa once more; this gift was best given in secret.