Lion Head Mesa Influx

The pushback was sharp, venomous, and surprising. Prince Rashepses, the man who wielded mandates from the gods, was left even more intrigued to meet with this kingdom’s sovereigns, where royal guests were subjected to such acts out of turn.

His own soldiers moved to flank him. The Prince stilled them with his paw. A brief silence descended, broken only by the baying of the goats.

“Zaahira, mazoi, Protector of the Queen. When you are a Prince, there are many who wish to speak on your behalf. I like to speak for myself, ” he spoke generously in the space between them. “Shall we allow your Queen to do the same?”

His look was courteous as he stepped back to address his fleet. “Now, we are not here to sour the good populace of the mesa, are we men? Please, escort us to your erpa-ha.”