Lion Head Mesa Hapi

from the wellspring's waters qiao pulled a saturated braid of gaultheria. there was some fondness in her gaze as she observed its sodden leaves. bundling it in damp deerskin, qiao made her way towards the hall.

a figure darkened the chambers. at first qiao's gaze grew cold, imagining it khaba -- but this silhouette was of a different bent, of moderate statue and an exposed upper tooth. in the shadowy room his eyes gleamed like brooding orchids on a vine.

she sought the beholder of such striking amethyst eyes, placing her bundle to the ground. hale, mazoi.