Lion Head Mesa what a grand and intoxicating innocence

The little man had sage ideas. He was a clever fellow, Akhtar could begrudgingly agree to, but he did not say it. He hummed a little note.

I fear this will shatter Toula’s peaceful nature. Perhaps that’s what the boy’s going for. He couldn’t speak to who Senmut had become in his absence, but..well. He knew what he would do.

The priest used a forelimb to adjust his rabbit skin, watching the sun begin its higher climb.

That is, if we win at all. Perhaps we lose, what then? Where would they go? What power vacuum would be left open if they were brought to heel.

Akhtar’s lips pursed. Abruptly, he wished for wine.