Lion Head Mesa [sc] Boa

The sky swells deep cerulean above the yellow grass and wind-shorn clouds. Eset takes in the holy scene; voices and dancers and lovers in harmonious collective. Branches of acacia poise in full bloom, triangles of geese migrate overhead, and the serpent is the clearest green, where Senmut and Nazli have fallen into dance; sure and bright as spring’s own renewal, as she envisions a love to be. Senmut is happy. Her heart gentles. She turns, searching through the gathering for Toula-

A wind interrupts, repeatedly. Sand and airborne red petals blur her vision. She doubles over with a jolt of electricity. She frowns and clutches her abdomen. At such a slant everything tests the verdict of her eye.

“@Legend…?” She murmurs.