Spotted Eagle Mountain there's really no way of winning

There are two worlds intertwining. She hears Zaahira's grief, feels her betrayal, and she can see a hurricane that is only Zaahira's own. There is bubbling curiosity in this raven, and for her serpent, she feels thorns digging into her pads.

Legend does not know what is happening. She knows, and has only known, that she is to find an unknown lady and bring her back to the god. In her, there's a drive to deliver. It is all she can think of. How to please, how to bring this thing, how to find what she's been asked to, and how to lead it back blindly. 

The realm of Akashingo. It is a fantasy to her, and she returns to it so frequently. Life has been hard and cruel to hold her from a place reminiscent of home! It is devouring her!

His voice in revibrating. It brings her so high to remember the wonder of their travels, to know where it might lead. To know that where they are headed is unknown will continue churning her stomach, beating her throat. It's wonderful. "Sand," she speaks, feeling bathed in Khonsu as she looks to him. "Is called-- Akashingo! I know it, because I've been washed in tales of its grand! But I have not found important lady, you see?" 

she slightly leans off of Zaahira, as her head had been gently resting on her beforehand as a nuzzling comfort for herself. "She is called 'Nazli'. Does she dwell, Zaa-hira?"

Legend may not have been able to bring Nazli, but perhaps she can bring someone better to prove her worth.