Lion Head Mesa with the warmth of the sun

the neb nodded. "complete agreement."

he looked at the stones, and briefly wondered how maegi would've reacted to being the subject of a sculpture...

but no! down that path is sadness!

a nasal inhale.

"...now, regardin' us mortal, who'll bear her me'mry in, um, less durable medium..." the chihuahua adjusted himself, still looking at t. "what fate's in store fer them whos's inherited 'er status?"