Lion Head Mesa Thárros

jawahir was not being so careful. it was of no concern if the man should hear them. they held the mazoi with the same disdain as everyone else that was not part of their kinz; all except ramesses, who had become as necessary as the sun.

they slunk closer and as the voice came, as the man turned, jawahir smiled in return. they appraised the man openly, eyes sparing no inch.

i prefer jawahir. they corrected easliy.

i am to run an errand for she of the red sands and ask you to join me, yes? deftly moving closer, almost to circle him, to duck around so that they were in the lead.

the light beckoned from elsewhere, beyond the catacombs.
you often seek the lady's first meal. perhaps we help one-another.