Lion Head Mesa Malachite

tavina had never forgotten the sodden jetstone brow, how the woman had whispered and opened eyes that sought beauty. that gave in return.

the tick of her loneliness bit deeper.

"a bit of everything!" tavina laughed a little, then cleared the redstone counter. "here. work with me. we'll lay it out together."

though she could not say it, the sesh was touched. service was the realm of the fellahin. foraging was hers. the overlap caught at her hurting spirit.