Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

pharaoh. his.

charmion wondered if something was afoot that he did not know about. yet maybe it was only more rippling echoes from things Lord Gucci had seen first. his devotion to his house did not buy him endless knowledge. only what the little Lord wished to (endearingly) yap about on their long journeys.

had someone broke this woman? his mother might have offered a strong strike for his thinking and he felt it like a phantom pain, lips thinned into contemplation.

no, waterdancer. there were no titles between fellahin, but he'd bestow upon her something better than woman when he addressed her. i am the gifted servant to Lord Gucci and the House of Gucci — but i serve the royal palace as a whole, too.

he looked for anything in her face now. maybe a knowing or the lack thereof.