Lion Head Mesa Influx

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A rude shut-down of his servant; one that she takes note of, a silent, salty rage stewing in the pit of her stomach. Do not think of treating our fellahin that way, she swallows the grunt that threatened to heave from her nostrils, and in its place is complete stoicism. the Queen will not take kindly to that.
But she supposed she was not meant to turn him away. Perhaps her first impression was wrong; maybe, just maybe, he'd impress her.
She's asked her own name. Zaahira. Mazoi. Protector of the Queen. a glisten to her eyes in the boiling desert sun. Come. You must meet with our erpa-ha, @Senmut. who she then calls for with a short howl; an alert that she will not be coming back to the palace alone. And with a flick of a spiny tail, she gestures for the suitor to follow her into the passageways.