Lion Head Mesa Ogre Daughters

racharra stops for a moment to assess the girl's answer. hm. that much is true. she chortles, returning to her own reflection to look at her progress.
no, not today. this will be for the hunt. make up can go bad, and lose its beauty. it can expire, like meat eventually does when left for too long. i want to make sure i'm not bringing anything that has gone bad.

a chord struck when the little ogre sat next to her, her own shadow nearly engulfing the still tiny girl. racharra remembers what it was like to be at her height, where everyone were giants. did she understand as much as racharra did their fate as daughters of ogre?

close your eyes, then. she hushes. do not open them until i say you can. she adjusts the girl to face the sun, so the nebet could better see the canvas she's painting on. it wasn't a bad one. may taliba never lose the confidence she has now.