Lion Head Mesa know me broken by my master

winds up a pitch and chucks this man at u. Staying vague on him too!

The asp walked the meadows, and he watched her from a distance. He was an observant sort, the kind that reminded someone of a rat, constantly watching with beady little eyes. Or perhaps, the silken caress of snake scales.

The cobra slipped from his perch to join the woman silently, walking on cloud light feet to the meadow’s edge. He would not ask why she sought what she did, nor did he even really care to know. What she was doing was her business, what he did was his, but some would say it was his duty, in a way, to assist those of Akashingo. It would be noble of him.

He oh so did want to be noble, once.

The slinking form of the man stopped just outside of bite range, humming a low note to gain the woman’s attention if she hadn’t already clocked his approach.

Zaahira. She had not returned to his chambers, nor had she sought him, so their…togetherness was pushed to its own side for the time.

What do you search for? Perhaps I can help you find it.