Luneshale Pass arrival

The soft song of the Queen would have warmed any member of the palace's heart, stolen any from idle daydream; but Zaahira, in particular, found immense relief in it.
When the freedom to move from her post is granted, she is the first to rush to greet her and she is sure of it. Tail in a high, gentle sway, eyes alight with a soft flicker; Toula! Oh, how missed she was!
And the first thing the mazoi does upon watching the litter roll in from the horizon is arch downward in a bow. Malakti.
Oh, how much I have to tell you when I can get you alone.