Lion Head Mesa niobium

tavina was swiftly becoming fond of him. she listened closely as he spoke of what he knew. he spoke raptly of the senses, of knowing which feet sounded which way. 

she found this marvellous. "i think that your nose works very well, young noble," she said gently. "can you tell different types of meat from one another? can you tell other things about the sort of animals that gave the meat?"