Redsand Canyon Mikró

she watched him with adoration.

arsenio was strong. he moved with grace and an ease she had not seen in him during the time at the palace. those months seemed so long ago now, and yet sometimes when she woke in the night, she knew she was back inside the stone cloisters of the pleasure-dens.

but she was not.

tamar was here. "aquene is my friend. towhee is also my friend. but i think aquene and i — maybe it is different. she is younger." but tamar was the youngest of this four. "i like them all."