Lion Head Mesa (ap) glowstone

the stranger moved to bow before her, or at least cant their muzzle low as a servant ought to. this was to be expected. what wasn't, came next: the voice.

satsu froze and turned her eye sharply to regard the woman. this was not a fellahin; she knew each one and this stranger looked too well-kept.

teya. brecheliant.
a guest!

yes, she answers softly, having assumed the role of queen long before the ascension. i welcome you to our mesa. she almost wanted to call it her humble home; there was nothing humble about akashingo by design.