Lion Head Mesa blood & bone

another drink. the mazoi enjoyed the nearness, her deferential status. he swallowed the water again and handed back her cup. "i am khusobek."

tuna. little fish flipping fins in a large pond. anything, she said, and his muscles tensed. "i would take a meal, if you would share it with me."

khusobek was not ignorant of his class nor hers. but there could be an easing from time to time.