Lion Head Mesa Wishing You the Best in the Worst Way

Rashepses could not remember the name of this one and so he snapped his tail for attendance.

“Bring me a drink,” the riverking stared haughtily, “a strong one.” The gold-limned eyes narrowed to half-close as he reclined along the edge of a low stone feasting couch. Weeks apart, and his wife had absconded to her separate apartments. Where was Nasima?

Semer-wati bristled and stretched out the tight muscles in his forearms.