Lion Head Mesa sunlight sadness

Raimo immediately agreed, I can fill them.

Just as swiftly he thought of the rising temperatures outside of the mesa. Being out there, baking alive in his own skin, had been the cause of his current situation. He would have to be mindful of his hunts; no doubt Tavina would be on his case if he worked himself too much.

The man's eyes avert to a pile a little out of his own reach. One of the servants had brought him food while he napped and he hadn't touched it yet. He now motioned to it; half to ask for help, half to invite the man to eat with him.

Your people — from what I've seen of them, and now of you — are suited well to this hot place. His voice strained a little bit and Raimo politely cleared it before continuing his thought: Is this land your hearth? Were you born to it, I mean. There it was, that indomitable curiosity.