Lion Head Mesa reed

she had found a high point.

lapis gaze sharp as she looked over the expanse of akashingo. she craved attention, so why had she tucked herself away? perhaps to play the fantasy in her mind. a heart-broken grief struck princess, waiting in the tower. somebody always came for them, didn't they?

somebody would come to collect her. she knew this, she expected this.

she demanded it.

but for now she remained a statuette, perched carefully upon red stone.

somewhere in the distance rumbled thunder.