Lion Head Mesa Til the break o' dawn

He sits still, like one of the sandstone pillars that flank Queen Toula’s dais. But his eyes wander where they will, holding first Tuna’s strong form, offering a particular glint. Then to the Rabbit who also saw all but perhaps understood very little. Shifting to his raven as she spins the plight of the lake and the absence of the desert girl in it, finally coming to brush over the Red prince who is listening closely.