Lion Head Mesa a whispering god

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There was that look again—and once more was the russet man caught in the pulse of the half-breed's opal-sheen gaze. Machi's eyes narrowed, ears pulling back despite themselves and the importance of surveillance.

Yes, of course, one I'm exceedingly familiar with in fact, Machi replied, accompanied by a ruffled sniff, although it seemed half-hearted. Did Senmut know something about Eset he felt reluctant to share? Tavina perhaps? The dog's stomach gave a lurch, imagining what might have become of her in that grim place. Slowly, a dove paw was extended across the meal, placed near enough so that Senmut might take it if he wished. Darling, are you alright? You look as though you might be sick.