Lion Head Mesa fifth

fellahin.

something she would never be, not according to the words of tavina. for good reasons. nala was not blind to how some of them weaved in ways of servitude she could not fathom.

i am but sanpin, sir — but i am...nala.

soft and small. some part of her always prepared to catch the trained gaze of sayf or even the hawkish gaze of pharaoh!

i can prepare meats and berries. unless your tastes are elsewhere today.

her tongue pushed hard against the roof of her mouth.