Lion Head Mesa If you’re wrong and there is a hell… then I guess I’ll see you there

Soon, someone came to greet her.

They did not hold themselves as a leader, but yet with enough confidence and arrogance to assume they had noble enough a tongue to address her here in placement of their liege. 

Mesa . . She mirrors, thinking deeply on this word. Never had she heard it used.

Place of red sand. She corrects, assuming her description superior to his. 

Seemingly impatient and already bored of his presence, her gaze sweeps past him as if expecting to see someone else come to take over.