Lion Head Mesa wild blue rye

and she met him with a warm gaze. even if the edge of tiredness still clung to her.

there are emissary tasks that must be done, medjay. she invited him with as she moved out further into the open air. to look around them and the sprawling flatlands. devoid of any other but them. i think you would make a fine head for them.

and she looked to him, searching.