Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

waterdancer, he called her. silvertongue brightened. "i know gucci." once she had prised dirt from the neb in the swirling warmth of the wellspring; now he had ascended to a high place among akashingo. "you are his body servant," she observed, her eyes sweet with curiosity. "it has been a long time since i saw him. so well he must have done for himself." her tones for this fellahin who had come to visit with her. "i imagine you have been in the throne rooms, then. grand, are they not?" she said with the easy sigh of one used to admiring wealth.