Lion Head Mesa taken care of

Oh!

His figure was red and black in the shadow of the corridor, like the sand retreating under night. He had the sky caught in his gaze and when her eyes widened, she caught them—and the toothy smile.

I—I—...! he croaked an order!

Yes, when—Kiaxe, she returns, I will send her. The woman stumbled over her words and felt disorientation flood over her. Her vision fuzzed, and it felt as though her spirit extended from the top of her head to roll like a great cloud forward and down, while her feet felt firmly planted.

She was not truly moving, but somehow the world rolled and she swayed back, and down, and her eyes went half-lidded. ...oh,