Twisted Slough ak'ab che' , te'

She has age over them but this does not stop her deference or prevent her from continuing her reverent bow as she touches her forehead to theirs.  The years cannot touch the wisdom divine granted to those who hold the throne.

Instead her years are theirs to reap.  She nods, then settles back into an easier stance.

I came upon a claim, newly set.  A leader of flesh and bone and no gods to call upon or anoint the lands.  They bow to mortal whims.  She smiles slightly, knowing the ridiculous nature of this will carry.  I turned back before pressing further.  Little to be gained in losing track of the movements of the rest.

Betwixt here and there she had found little of note.