Lion Head Mesa Toiling

an envoy displaced.

praise upon the pretty mouth, this blue-veined noble with no outward guile. and while senmut knew better than to trust, he too was taken off-guard by the exquisite nature of their visitor.

"this is akashingo, and i am its erpa-ha, senmut. join us for refreshment."

he sensed a presence; then aside, lifting his slender arm to gesture that the stranger should fall into step as they moved back to the opulence of the mesa.