Lion Head Mesa The harder you pull, the tighter the rope.

tavina knew it was only a stroke of luck which pulled gucci from his search. "the pharaoh has the fellahin come back here to scour for pathways and new caves which can be used," she said airily. "i came to find kasmut and let her know that the queen wished us both."

"but she is not here, and you are." tavina smiled and turned their steps back to the main part of the mesa, finding the wide path that was the meridian of the place and which would lead them both upward.

gucci's tag made its cheery noises. "that item suits you," she murmured. "but do you ever get tired of having it around your neck, i wonder?" 

his tones were long-winded and syrupy. she had become accustomed to them and perhaps even fond.