Lion Head Mesa reed

her ears splayed. displeased by the knowledge but knowing she must hold it close all the same.

she tried not to think about the withering of her mother too much.

who is good enough to take me then? she dared to spare a glance at her now resting father. the mazoi seemed limited and the fellahin were much too...weak, she thought.

she thought of the sesh, the priest, perhaps even sayf.