Lion Head Mesa Til the break o' dawn

A prince.


As immediate as he'd said so, her head fell into a delicate bow, ears pointed at Prince's throat. "Nazli." 

A slight smile rested upon her lips. With averted eyes, she brought them elsewhere. To the sky, to the grass, to her tip-toes. and in a gentle and quaint, submissive voice that wished to tell all to the prince and land of Akashingo, "I have been at Lake. Weeks. Searching for lady Nazli." Eager, eager, eager.

Then, she looked to Seth, her movements slow only momentarily. Then, her eyes broke from the God and fell upon The Prince again. "She gone. Not at Lake. She may be a runaway. She has not been seen. I've been careful," swish, swish, swish went her tail. "And met Khaba. He is not doing well." Khaba, Khaba.. Khaba.. It had not been personal.