Lion Head Mesa a doe's gift

stained with earthen paints, senmut had been making his way to the wellspring when the heavy step of the great man who had recently joined them sounded. haizel's shadow was very great, and cast across the small-statured prince.

but senmut only looked warmly toward the man. "you are never without a blossom, sesh," he remarked, remembering how devoted to the excavation of gardens that both haizel and toula loved. 

"how do you settle inside the palace?"