Lion Head Mesa It's already too late

she followed.

patient, even if she was busy with other thoughts. she could plan things out while they wandered. it was easy when the mazoi did not speak.

but then there was a...

her face grew warm for a moment. this was not the work of a fellahin. clearly the mazoi had done this by hand. it was nearly romantic! and she quickly brushed that thought off. far too old a man, not divine either. her days could not be filled with growing crushes.

they must be filled of diplomacy and soldier's training.

she seated herself, prim and proper on a dusty-toned skin. a beast that had been fit for the mesa at once point in its life. now nothing more than a thing for comfort.

her eyes turned to him now, silent still.

patient as ever.