Lion Head Mesa ascendant

the hem told tales, lore, warnings.

none of them cowed her. nothing could, in these moments she became resolute. for her talks with the we'eb had not warned her of anger. that her strivings were not immoral.

she played by every other rule.

she only broke here, to rise where she must, where she was called.

her father's voice, the loud scorching marks of a dragon's fire against her heart. but how could she fault him? how could she fault anyone who may look or speak upon her with a harshness?

to break thousands of years of tradition was not small, it would inspire fear in those who did not understand — but those who did, saw her greatness already.

my claim is true, and i stand upon it. the gods have placed their eyes upon me, Ma'at has changed for me. she stood, tall now. chin tipped up with royalty.

i am contender, if my claim is not seen by first crown prince.

could she hear a heart break? she was bound to find out.