Lion Head Mesa Til the break o' dawn

A maw guided hers. Where her nose and eyes had been put ahead of her, he shifted her to where she needed to be. Where the land of red sands towered above her in beauty. A cousin of dunes. A welcomed stranger got to experience this with them. That was fine. They could be with them. It wasn't just her who had made friends. She could tell, and she saw, and she heard as the quiet echo of her serpent's tongue quivered inside of his mouth, that he'd made friends too. He'd been busy. Even when bitter and casting into his eyes the stare of her own, she'd stayed ever so close to his side and trail. Even with the taste of sour in her mouth, she was never below brushing her shoulder to his.

She decided she would save watching him dive headfirst into a river for another sunny day!

When they arrive, when they are in the realm of Akashingo, as Seth once spilled into her ears, her head was. It was low with offered respect. Why, she might as well have been offering herself to be taken in as a willing prisoner to the desert. 

Her smile turned into a simper, eyes squinted and dulled while she greeted the grounds alone for herself. "Hello."