Lion Head Mesa and the rights that they abused

what qiao envisioned crowfeather was, and the creature that met her at the door were two very different things. he was large -- larger then most in akashingo -- and cowled a dark and commanding black.

she had been told he was noble; and while he was not her noble, he was noble nonetheless. qiao bowed, averting her gaze. greetings, my lord. my name is qiao -- akashingo's hemet. i have come to you on ramesses' behest, but also that of the imperator.