Lion Head Mesa got me with that feline guise

treva had found herself content.

grown into a rhythm among akashingo. not yet titled queen, but queen in all other ways. she attended most matters in the morning, time for herself in the afternoon and the evening dedicated to the children.

she did her best to mingle with all, to see every face enough to remain familiar. the young fellahin was one she recalled with great ease.

the girl had been there for the birth of the newest royals, tended to her in the aftermath of it all.

now she lounged upon the hill in a rare moment of respite from all the work. treva had no intentions of spoiling it, but she did care to check in on the girl.

a soft hum in the back of her throat as she drew closer.

mind the company?