Lion Head Mesa royals,

there was a terrifying feeling within the mesa.

times were meant to be joyous as the divine queen sought noblemen of the area to join her court and ask for her hand. there were meant to be feasts and dances, celebrations of the royal blood, and all who came to basque in the glory that was Akashingo. but instead, there was a heavy air that had settled atop the land of the reeds, and tension could be cut with a knife.

tuna was a loyal being. and while she didn't quite understand the point of prayer, she saw it brought comfort. it was an important ritual to her precious Toula, so she would deem it was being precious to herself. when the prayers and hymns ended, Tuna would rejoin the divine one.

"do yew think he 'eard yew, dee-vine one?" she comes to ask her softly, chocolaty eyes coming to gaze upon the soft features of the queen.