Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

The gods sing over Akashingo tonight.
Climbing from her chamber and through the tunnels, she lopes out into the flatland until the Mesa is within perfect view. Perhaps it was celebration of their victory over Greatwater, perhaps it was the Gods sending her a sign, or purely coincidental. Word carries easy in the Wilds! And Zaahira can't help but let a thin-lipped grin cross her features.
Bending to touch the earth below, the Mazoi plants a kiss to the land of her true saviors before her own head is tossed into a primal call. It is gruff and spiritual, instinctual and full of the fire of a thousand suns.
And for a moment, she thinks of Selena. She hopes she can hear this, from wherever she is.