Lion Head Mesa spear

she loathed it all.

the mourning meant often times the palace rung with howls and tears, a sickly concoction. she had hardly known the woman but the impact of everything was felt the same.

so she let them mourn.

she stood vigilant along borders, eyes fixed hard for these...soldiers. whenever they may appear. perhaps she ought to extend herself further to the creek.

although it felt like the thought only churned her stomach into sickness.