Lion Head Mesa You can't keep me waiting

he was hard to string along, to play with. her art was of cunning looks and words. only one worked upon him, and it could not convey as much as her words.

but she would learn to play along.

i could see you in the roles one day, mazoi. she stood tall now. never to be as tall as him, but her height was in most of her personality!

you are on the right path.