Lion Head Mesa Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

he came down the hallway grumbling, brows knitted as if pinched. in his mind he was making grand vows that if ever again he even glances at another berry, he 'd toss himself off the mesa.

but despite the dull ache in his temples, the neb saw young nazli exiting the head priest's rooms, clear as day.

gucci paused. unintentionally, his diminutive self stood before a doorway leading to the service halls.

"g'mornin', yang miss." he called to the blue girl, smile less than an automatic curving of the mouth. "busy already?"