Greatwater Lake eighty-first

cameo and mild pp of Zharille, hope this is ok, let me know if not!

editing to add: he can be skipped

he enjoys his dance with the ogre woman and wonders if they couldn't continue their wild gambol until dark. it is rare that he finds anyone willing to entertain his artless fancies.

but the long, sustained note of a call sets his hair on end. displeasure finds kaxwaan's face a rough network of wrinkles, like a xylograph gouged from wood.

but this expression is intense as it is fleeting. he is his customary self -- prowling and unreadable -- as she peels away from him and steps out into the dying sunlight. he sees two men flanked by footsoldiers, one red and one golden.

the reptilian brain seethes. his thoughts form a living, fluid lattice, their scaled sides reflecting darkling spades of light.