Lion Head Mesa it’s time to hand it over

i can explain nothing without seeing the child. qiao rose from her bed of furs. it was a tremendous insult to be rendered so useless -- her mind leapt for the chance to ruminate diagnostics.

tavina's voice took on the shape of gratitude. what did the girl mean to her?

has she had her first season? it seemed unlikely to the hemet, yet she asked all the same. and has she been keeping food down? her eyes lit in excitement - bedridden as she was, it was delightful to have a puzzle to pry over.