Lion Head Mesa So much (for) stardust

melody.

at once she tried to imagine the woman in all the ways she could. how vulnerable one was to leave home! not that makono would ever know for she now sat upon the throne of her own, but she had plenty come. plenty who had been from other places first.

everything has a place in akashingo, melody. she purred warmly. what kind of place do you picture for yourself?

did a woman with such a name carry music in her soul?