Lion Head Mesa ashes

The cold blue of his gaze had not missed the streak of autumn colors that had slipped from the queen's dark chambers. Arsenio followed the shape of Tamar as she slipped further and further. 

Impulse drove him to follow. 

Arsenio trotted behind the auburn woman, believing that Satsu would appreciate a moment of peace. He did not plan to be gone for long. The auburn figure did not wish to suffer the loss of an important job. 

Tamar, the rogue called, singsong and out of tune.

I promise I won't take all of them... ^^;