Lion Head Mesa [sc] Boa

“All right,” she acquiesces, clutching an arm to her abdomen as another feverish crest sweeps through her, and thinking how favored she is to have someone who cared for her as Legend does- enough to hunt her down should she fail to return.

She rests her hand along the late-sun shoulders, breathing in the drunken wine-air and watching the ethereal tides in the mazoi's eyes as she speaks.

“Any man can look upon you. Does he want to know you? Does he ask questions?” She did not know these answers, nor were they her’s to ask. But she understood in the way Legend looked this evening with the light dimming in her labyrinthine gaze, that something was absent, even if she dared not speak it into words.

“Gods,” Eset falters, succumbing to the waves of feeling she knew would not subside. She shakes her head and fights to hold Legend’s face within her sights once more, “I- I’m leaving.”