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

The spring looked well cared for, which was sensible given this time of mourning. Bits of herbal litter floated in the water and steeped there, turning it a faint color.

Jawahir moved to sweep these to the edge and gather them in clusters. As they worked they answered, Yes. She would call for us by name on rare occasion, but we were all ready to serve however she wished of us.

The hebsut stirred the water with her toes to draw some specks closer. She often had visits from our healer, Tavina, for the royal pregnancy.

They watched the leaves drift closer in the water with such fixation - but listened to the Imperator, studying him as well.