Ghost Lion Crag wilting lotus

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She would have snapped at him for daring to touch her royal person, but his nip is the spur that is needed, and Hatshepsut flies after the ash-hued man, their steps carrying them swiftly beyond reach of the cat. Their trail is quite precarious, but his movements are sure, and so she follows, until her own pace slows. 

The panther is nowhere to be seen; Hatshepsut searches for it silently, before her eyes alight upon the man. "What is your name?" she inquires in her cool fashion.