Lion Head Mesa gold snowflakes

inside the room that housed the alcoves there was a spire of red stone eaten into a natural, jagged pathway. she slowly led the priest up and up. by the time they reached the mesa's massive top, her legs were burning.

maggie lay in state, surrounded by the trinkets that jawahir and the others had left. while not a spiritual beast, tavina understood the magnitude of this place and bowed her head, silent as the hem chose what now to do for himself.