Lion Head Mesa Cobra

he eyed eset with some mixture of consternation and approval, letting the icewater of his stare drift over the things again.

"very much so." the dark surface of the wine glinted, hiding the extra appeal which had been mixed into it: poppyflower, to leaden his limbs and kill the dreams of hatshepsuun's laughter.

"would you like to try it?" the mazoi asked next, wanting somehow to reward her apt servitude as he shifted his weight in the middle of the room.