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

great pharoah. qiao bowed deep, skull to the red stone.

already the pharoah had swept himself in gatherings of cloak. qiao remained still as he sped from the chamber.

he was changed. qiao sensed it in his manner and sensed it in the thoughts which he left behind. there was a smokiness there which clouded her senses --

there was much to do then. qiao set it upon herself to plan their feast and then visit makono. she made for her chambers in unhurried step.