Lion Head Mesa but the doors won’t shut until they’re sure there’s nothing left to use

sayf! place this fennel with the devil’s club. qiao’s order barked sharp down the hall. the thin priestess had only just returned to akashingo’s clay halls, fresh braids of yarrow woven through the worn greenbriar torc around her neck. 

she had secured new routes for trade with akashingo far to the south. she was tired from her journey, but there were things to be set in motion before her head rested on sheepskin tonight. 

qiao moved in quick steps to @Ramesses’ grand chambers.