Lion Head Mesa upon a path of old primrose

lady maegi appeared like a summoned corpse, startling her to gripping the quail tight. a warm brush of her bony shoulder eased the tension after.
it was nice to have the attention and the affection; it helped maegi looked lucid today.
mmnmn phmnhn, she tried to answer, but of course the musty feathers prevented elucidation; so she dropped the bird with an emphatic ptooh!
sorry, ah, to the storehouse for preparation. if you like I can -- I can bring some to you? how are you today?
she licked her lips and smiled after.