Lion Head Mesa verde

belen's eyes glinted almost dangerously. she leaned toward the man, and whispered what little she knew of the mazoi and the fellahin. perhaps she had seen this one with sakai, but she knew enough not to mention it. sayf would find her woefully undereducated, but brimming with the willingness to be taught. she was his pupil for the day, at least until kasmut or jawahir called her away.