Lion Head Mesa fourth

he dared to bring himself to offer her a look.

practically fleeting. a glance, at best. a wayward gaze at worse.

her nostrils flared, as if the seal of the bull had given her its life. her patience grew thin with the boy. priest in training.

she held back anything as she turned away from him. back to her perch, she leaned across it, lapis gaze settled on the things he had brought with him.

what better gift to give. consider it done, hem to be.

she offered only a snort now, bidding him away if his work here was done.