Lion Head Mesa زهرة ضباب mist walker

sakai rose in estimation when he did not put his eyes upon jawahir.
the spice of the gleaming creature encircled him now; he paused a moment to catch the satin ear and breathe in the scent of the soft ruff.
"akashingo began when myself and queen satsu knew we were not marked to fight and to die in another's war. we knew that we were more. this is a place where talent and skill does not go without reward."
his lazuli eyes rested on the knowing face of sakai. he knew that words hung unspoken between he and the man.
"come below."
with that the ivory ruler turned and strode toward the path that wended down below the mesa. sayf was drawn to his side, plied with kisses. soft laughter would float back to the ears of jawahir and the hunter.