𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮   Can I espy a glimpse of my living kin, will they guide me as I dream this reverie repeated again? Is it day that my mind, sun-baked its temple, conjures fantasy or is it night whereby the constellations gift me this sight. I see a mesa gilded golden & silveren with great machines and architectures touched by magi's fingers. Another dream of the mage-masons of Ur, that illustrious ancient house of Mihyaar.   Maȟpíya arrived back at the Camp-atop-Mesa, carefully le