Lion Head Mesa Go Play With Your Blocks

“Uhu! Ya-betcha! I been huntin’ you the last somethin’-however-many-months! All around, all over!” Most of her patrols around the border had taken her outside of it, and countless days, hours, walks through the Lowlands, had all been in search of Nazli. Failure had eroded her, and she heard Seth’s death bells knocking on her soul each day she couldn’t.

“Ya not know me! But I know you.” Legend starved again at the rumble of her belly, and her jaws snapped down on the thigh that she’d gotten her teeth on prior. Hungry! So hungry! Even hungrier, when she spoke of her job. Just speaking about it took the wind out of her and made her bones all sorts of uncomfortable aches. Work! So much work! “You been slip away from me! Slip- slip,” slipian? Sliption? Slip. Slip. She ran all the suffixes in her mind, until -ing rang alarm bells. “Slipping! English stupid, yeah? Ah! But I find ya now, yeah? Someone shoulda told me you blue! Make life lot easier! I Legend!”