Lion Head Mesa Lighthouse

tavina shot him a cool, measured look. but this boy would not put her out of her own mind. and so the sesh led him below.

the scent of the flowers that bloomed beneath filled all the air, a backdrop for the sobbing. a wail echoed through the hallway. "they weep for the queen," tavina said softly.

the store-room was near the wellspring, kept cooler by the flow of water. its entrance was an arch of redrock. she did not reach for any of the small, fresh bodies piled there. "take your pick, soldier," she said instead. he would not trust whatever she gave to him, so he could get it himself.