Lion Head Mesa sed

feel them.

and in that she felt him. she felt the spaces that had grown between them through each diplomatic moment, the loss of wife and child he had seen. the losses that akashingo had seen too. each could be considered personal.

it was a sad seat with its power.

her eyes closed for but a moment, chin tilted up in that time. skyward she seemed to be.

when they opened, she looked upon him now. lapis stones meeting in a pool of space.

sacrifices must be made.

her voice somber, as her gaze.