Lion Head Mesa Cobra

He is pleasantly surprised, it is apparent on his face, charged eyes faintly subduing in the low light. Her own stance will reflect his acceptance, easing a little in turn.

She does not expect his invitation to join him in a drink. She lingers stiffy by the door. There are too many parallels drawn to the night before, where she’d left a second Mazoi in malcontent, and will she chance forfeiting this small victory.

But she trusts he is a soldier who respects the division of their class, who will not seek to blur their boundaries.

“If you wish to share, my Lord.”