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oops this got long, never any need to match

she looked favorably upon the working fellahin now. pleased with her, pleased with herself. makono could safely secure a fellahin in her favor and find comfort in the company of her — if she proved truthful.

soon she would descend upon the lilac with such an order, but for now her father supplied her with her diplomatic role.

the guardian said he can take me when his tour is over. and for this she looked to her father for such agreeance. akashingo still mourned and makono knew the way it might look to step away before its end, even for such a diplomatic mission. she considered her next answers carefully.

i will need to be gone long enough to read mereo...there is no date for their willingness. they were not of akashingo and although she felt certain she could rain hellfire, there was no guarantee any would bend a knee easily to her. especially if any of them proved to be akin to her picked guard.

gifts will be plenty. i want meat they do not have there, plants they do not have. her tone dripped with pride for their claim. perhaps it showed that she wished to be the picture of the bounty of akashingo. it can be tasked to the lilac as well with my sights. she says the sesh has taught her of herbs. another test.

there was suddenly a frenzy within the princess. evident by the way her lapis eyes seemed to dilate with internal excitement.