Lion Head Mesa blade

was the girl making light? tavina did not smile but nor did she frown, fixing melody with an implacable purple stare.

"what is your role in the palace?" asked the sesh. she set down a mouthful of purple and green moss, mixed. "sort into six piles, wrap in these leaves for drying." a neat emerald pile of wide flatland leaves.

the astringent smell of wild garlic filled the air now as tavina crushed it carefully underpaw, not touching it with her jaws.