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

juvenile rage had young nazli resembling an offended feline, and gucci was, in turn, only more strongly convinced these were the results of having been in some way poisoned by the leading hebsut, the man having obviously abused his station.

but outright horror showed in his face to hear how she spoke of herself! were those words of bitter adolescent sarcasm, or did this girl truly think herself so lowly?!

refusing to question the structure of akashingo, his mind shut down that railway of thought. clearly, this was a youth in desperate need of soul-searching! he let that be his conclusion.

she'd stormed off in the time it took him to come it. the neb, mentally reset, remembered what he initially needed her for.

"wait! please, tell th' matrona t' come by th' wellspring, afternoon or-" but she'd gone around a bend.

the neb remained standing in the middle of the hallway. somehow, his headache was no more.

clearly, that girl needed help. clearly!