Redsand Canyon No We Will Not Sleep

she held herself with the trained poise of the a princess before him.

she noted the averted gaze, relished it even.

i am princess makono of akashingo. simple greetings would not do. no hello or hey would fall from her lips here. you must be one of the soldiers here. her tone invited him to say more about himself, about his place in mereo. where did this one fall in their military hierarchy.