Lion Head Mesa duniya ke sapane

her sister did not speak with the demands that makono did. not the certainty that gripped her when faced with options or the ability to speak for what she wanted.

she kissed her crown, delicately.

we will see the top first. then when we have been dusted in the sand and tussled by the wind, we will return to the wellspring. what do you say? she moved to guide their steps towards the sloping heights of the mesa. prepared to point out all the wonders to her younger sister.