Lion Head Mesa immortality

it would be.

it would be so for the sake of toula, by the power and grace of her divine daughter. who treva did not see a lick of the wilderness in. the most fervent thing about her was her devotion to her studies and her palace.

if treva could have given her daughter any thing in the world, it would have been the wild spirit of roaming. a goddess of the wildlands had produced too perfect of a princess.

she had not missed the lingering of a gaze upon mink. treva was wordless as she picked it up herself, then moved to drape it along the refined shoulders of the pious girl. finding it complimented the dark cloak of her spine. for you, amiirad. she wished to hear no fuss of it.

with a soft gesture, a fellahin would be swift to don treva with the fox.

do you know the strength it is to be amiirad, my daughter?