Lion Head Mesa arrow

she had a thought in mind, not knowing if it would help or harm.

she motioned softly. walk with me, soldier. her voice was warm and her trail was to set them upon a high, open place. where they may gaze upon the cloudy reaches of the mountain's where mereo laid.

will you tell me of the things you enjoy most of the mountains? i once stayed only to woodlands, myself. she laughed. a far cry from the palace she helped rule now.