Lion Head Mesa akuma

i do not know. it was left with my meal this morning. she explained.

it was an odd thing indeed. perhaps ramesses would recognize if it carried any clues upon it. so far she had only discerned the scent of clay and grass.

it was unimportant in the grand scheme of things. tucking it softly beneath her pillow where it could be forgotten, she turned to give her attention to her fiancee.

i am not, yet, but... between the choice of queen or samurai, i think i have made the right choice. the corners of her mouth curl.