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

She corrects and his orange and peach eyes narrow. His head remains high, yet tail relaxed behind him. Then, she looks past him, as though his arrival was a waste of her time. His hackles bristle. If she would not treat a Lord of the land with respect, it would only show her lack of respect to authority as a whole. If she thought so little of him, what was to stop her from thinking the same of another? Already, she proved to show little care of hierarchy. Low born. He tisks. If you have only come to disrespect Akashingo's nobles, you are free to leave.