Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

he felt flattered to be addressed as such. a ghost of a smile as he led them down the newly cleaned hall. they would both know where to walk, he felt certain of this in the way only a fellahin could.

charmion. who called him that still? when was the last time he had heard his name? he was reminded once more of the special kind of relationships that could be built between servents. yet he ought to remind himself too of the misery that could follow them.

do you have something you wish to be called or shall you remain as waterdancer? he allowed himself a brief look at her now that they walked with one another.