Lion Head Mesa because of you

There were, perhaps, five of those words that made sense to Maegi. If that. She goggled at him, taking in the tumult of speech, blinking, staring, waiting. . .

. . .a good talk takes two! how did you come to be one of Akashingo?

Oh. This is where she came in. Pharaoh and I met on an island, Maegi replied, shaking her head slowly, trying to make sense of—ah, fuck, she'd never make sense of what was just given to her from the diminutive lad. And I found his scent again, and here we are.

How did— She balked, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

Look, I'm not sure where you came from, she said. But you're here, now. Is Crowfeather in danger? she asked, eyes trained firmly upon the tiny dog.