Lion Head Mesa Is it ever gonna change?

As before as it was ever, Bahiti knew their place. The night jewel immediately lowered themselves, a little thunk coming from where their forehead met the stone.

Now, without travel clinging to their skin, their jet fur glowed with the streaks of blue-purples and the reflections of light around them, every inch of them just as inky as the rest. Fortune glittered before the court, ready to ring in good luck.