Lion Head Mesa priestess

i would carry you anywhere, gucci! she assured him with a breathless laugh. enamored by the man she had come to call friend.

then he was on the hunt again! bloodhound instead of chihuahua in that moment.

speak! near instinctively she barked out a laugh. flushed and embarrassed by her own excitement. yet it was good not to think about tavina in the hours she would be gone. how horribly she missed her to-be-wife(!) now.

we want children. and she did not look upon gucci as a man who might take advantage of that knowledge she shared now. no, she saw him only as comfort in this news and maybe a guiding hand. he was a father in akashingo, no?