Lion Head Mesa Take your time, and consume all of it

a son. she thought of the roman's own, who slept under the cover of akashingo now. who she called her mazoi. she supposed there was no point in sending word now of the boy's arrival.

an ugly budding in her gut.

let her forge forward with fennec who had given makono all she had needed. who came to her now in the aftermath with the strength of a woman. the honesty of allies.

it is worth plenty to me. and she smiled, warm. even if it could not be seen then perhaps it would be heard in the light of her voice. you have already done so much to help me! she laughed with that same glimmering warmth.

you and your son will be welcomed to rest here until you move onward. if you are interested in it. even if only for a night.

makono did not realize how badly she too wished to hold that thread. weave them tightly into this budding relationship. things that were not haunted by the shadowed steps of her father.