Lion Head Mesa thirty-seventh

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in the morning, the fellahin would bring tale that the shadowdark taltos had not lingered in infamous ways near poor drunken swan.

senmut would find esteem in it, then send a request for tavina to prepare a calming tea for the woman and a broth besides.

he would be there to see them off after pressing another meal upon them, one with no berries present but slices of rabbit and fat mixed with honey.

germanicus was not mentioned. senmut shared their distaste for the man, though perhaps he would never know why.

it had been amusing to see the creek wolf carry swan away as if she were only a wayward bride, and a deeper part of his mind reflected on the honed muscles running the length of taltos' back.

something to recall in those few idle moments.