Lion Head Mesa deathless death

The dawn of her first day as a woman of Akashingo. As a Mazoi. Much was to be learned for the warrior woman; how to be godly, how to speak and read and worship, how to fight. What the heavens true intended purpose for her was in these great red sands. But for now, she is well-rested with a full belly, tended to by fellahins, and, before she knew it, called forth by the Queen.
She is quick to rouse at her arrival, spindly legs stretched outward and a sleepy coo of welcome is emitted before her head drops into a bow. There are plans, many plans, and Zaahira herself eagerly awaited them.