Lion Head Mesa wild blue rye

they had walked to a place of sun and now she sat. allowed it to give radiance to her golden fur. the first she had seen of Ra since her father had gone in the morning light.

mereo. they lay up in the mountains to our east, a redsand canyon. she hardly knew of others, but that ought to change soon.

there is a new mazoi. i might see if he wishes to act as ranger between guard duties. i want no strangers between these mountain ranges. was it too much? she did not know and now her shoulders set back. a sliver of determination peaking through all her exhaustion.

i am not sending you off at once, either. the bundles of apology and well-meaning must be perfect before you go.