Lion Head Mesa First when there's nothing

in the absence of the crown prince, the young priest felt lonely.

she and nazli brought each of their own vibrances. he did not hum today; he was listless, and that was why he noticed the strange and pretty red wolf looking into each room.

this piqued him. "hello," the young hem-in-training said quietly. he blinked toward the woman. she was radiant, lustrous, and smelled of akashingo. "i am senmut, a priest."