Lion Head Mesa desperate measures

they will be hidden. jawahir need not make such a promise. their voice held a certainty. I know the palace better than the others; the caverns are a maze that few can navigate.

a focus came to jawahir as their words ceased, gradual at first and then they breathe sharply. they kick and run inside of me - it was unnatural, it had to be.

breathing quickly in, soft and low out, while rounded sides undulate with tiny bouts of pressure. soon - very soon now.