Lion Head Mesa Nefer

tavina eyed the woman, finding herself lowering in immunity to the loveliness presented by eset.

she was only lonely, the sesh chided herself, and drew up. "all right. you can help me. but," tavina went on, "i won't have you straining yourself."

she worked as she spoke, mixing leaves of dark green and almost black, chewing one, grinding the other until the sharp scent of herbs filled the small room.