Lion Head Mesa mariposa

the lady qiao watched belen with an eye that told the girl she missed nothing. the fellahin then must be careful. "i do not often leave the mesa, divine one," she answered honestly with gaze modestly tending the floor of the apartments. there were many scents here that she did not know. belen lifted her head and looked toward what the priestess had been doing, though she was well-trained enough not to question. "shall i escort you there, hemet?"