Lion Head Mesa all's well that ends

it was an honor, this invitation. and qiao would be stupid to decline. 

she heard trickling; the wellspring was close. 

of course, divine one. here she stopped at the stony plinth and bowed. i am yours to call upon as you see fit.

oh, they could do terrible, wonderful things together. their meeting had lasted only minutes, yet it was all qiao needed to know that this one was far more clever than her father.