Lion Head Mesa winged sun

Jakoul was a fish out of water.

She followed orders and instructions, but the whole ordeal was beyond her understanding. She knew not the body being bore or the grand relationships that wove through this place. The weeping, the death, it all seemed excessive. Perhaps it was for the best that in these times she could hardly speak and her face wore the blank mask of a guardian.

She did not know just how this whole affair would shift the world around her.

It did not matter, in truth. None of it impacted her true loyalties here. Bonded to Maegi by blood shed and heart strings.

She did her duties and she did them well.

She trusted that would be enough for this whole ordeal.

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When the next part came, she found herself heated by the sun. Sweltering beneath it all, even in the throne rooms. The transition was all lost upon her. She knew only the faces by duty and had very little thoughts on the whelps presented as prince and princess.

So when the time came for food to be delivered and non-mandatory bodies to be dismissed, she would pluck a few of the berries for herself.

Then dipped away to submerge herself in water and catch her breath in the shade. She would return to the festivities once she felt cooled enough to be lively once more. She wondered if there would be more berries...