Lion Head Mesa flower power

senmut did not know what to make of this wolf. "bring your bloom," he chose to say.

the great haizel would be taken across the expanse of red sand, up the three giant rough-hewn steps, beyond the open-air throne room, and down below into the heart itself, the shafts of light, the red corridors, the scent of laughter and flowers growing underground beside the wellspring.

to the neatly expansive and decorated rooms of @Toula he took this stranger, announcing himself before the throne and bowing low. "his name is haizel, and his enjoyment of flowers is second only to yours, divine one."