Lion Head Mesa Earthly scene

“We’ll need a fair amount,” her voice grunts while straining her feet into the hardened clay.

Inji shares her creativity and therein lies so much beauty. Art itself is a form of expression, a way to share ideas with the world, even something so subtle as peripheral marks on the side of a Queen’s litter that perhaps none would look at. But Eset and Inji would, and recall the time and craft that went into their design.

“Red and blue, teal and gold. We’ll have it all,” she laughs again, Inji’s mind brightening the harried edge of her own.