Lion Head Mesa [wp] ferrous

eset's gifts had engendered a feeling of goodwill in tavina, a softness that had been lost for some time.

one evening thereafter, the sesh decided she would procure a gift of her own for the fellahin. class distinction was not so important. wasn't joy more fitting?

armfuls of scarlet flowers gathered beside the lake were soon scattered, however, as a desperate tavina ran for the waterline. a hive heavy with bees slumbering in the lowering heat had felt its branch snap, and the thing entire had come down beside the hapless doctor.

she huddled in the water, aching from a half-dozen stings.