Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

"ha! lord gucci would find it a credit to him, to have so lovely a bloom in his collar." yes; they were both familiar with that tinkling dog-tag. she missed it. crystalline it rang for her now, spun from memory as the rest of her gossamer dreaming. "look; i spilled strawberry juice here, when i was a girl," she said with a low laugh, pointing to a stain on the lefthand side of their path. they were passing the throne rooms now; she winked and pulled charmion into the domed space with its red-hewn dais, two of them. pharaoh and queen. she put her head to one side. "do you know what happened here?" her eyes were mirthful.