Lion Head Mesa The lover I am; it befits me to burn

All at once they were confronted by a mountain of a man. He moved to a position meant to escort and Jawahir feigned acceptance, but could not prevent the ruffle of their sparse copper shoulders.

Of course, the jewel welcomed him. They thought of all the places they could be now instead of here, and imagined the wellspring, so that is the direction they headed next.

I have duties in the pools. Can we talk as I work? They would have to. Jawahir hoped the man would grow bored quickly.