Lion Head Mesa blood & bone

she is silent, breathless, lost in the mesa winds.

to know that work can come in more pleasurable forms certainly brings about an interest to tuna. but perhaps that leads to a dark hole, one that inji had spoken of before. all that glitters is not gold, and if there is one thing that the fellahin knows, it is that men can have a strain of dangerous ignorance and taste on their tongues.

perhaps she may rest knowing that this dance lacked the dangerous and forced element, but there will always be the inherit risk of something hitting the fan if she is not careful.

she watches the man walk to return to his duties, and eventually tuna would come to return to the hallways to clean her water pail and cups, along with the meat platter. and when she would see the special talisman marked with khusobek's own cologne, a small smile would climb over her dark lips as he encompasses her mind.

last from me, thank you for this exciting thread! <3