Lion Head Mesa renaissance

Much of being Mazoi calls for silence.

This does not disagree with the jackal, whose nature is to observe impassively from his station at the Queen’s flank as Tuna takes her leave. Her withdrawal is traced before attention is reverted.

Such a sweet Queen, this one. Dutiful, devoted and well-versed in all the makings of a proper young sovereign. The sanctum is brimming with scents and whispers of worship for the goddess, Iset. The healer goddess.

Perhaps a calling for this Queen Toula, to heal the Red Land.