Sun Mote Copse Comfortable, not drinking too much

she grinned at the sight of him, her eyes alight with the glory of the dreams that molech had spun in her mind. "you know what it is i want, khlaba," the woman murmured, moving to circle him with slow strides of her slim scarlet legs, but she came to stand before him with a shake of her muzzle. "but for not, not that. only a walk."

setting off, eshamun moved toward the thickly marked borders of her dominion. the queen knew her lover would follow -- that was his lot, his role. his only responsibility was to serve her and the sunspear. the knowledge of this swung her plume joyously at her hips.