Lion Head Mesa seventeenth

she was exhausted. yet it felt impossible for her to be able to sleep. she was laid upon furs that smelled like him. like the liquor and the treasures he had collected. smelled like @Nazli too. makono found herself yearning for the lilac most of all, perhaps.

it was senmut who darkened the dusty frame of her new doorway. she need not look to know it. he had truly become an extension of her in these last hours.

hours. gods, it had felt like days already.

come. a paw tapped at the furs. she meant to invite him into her bed. ah! but not like that.