Lion Head Mesa Til the break o' dawn

Last from me here!

She'd been given a gift.

And hungrily, she'd open it.

Lowly, behind a prince of red and earth, she took after his every step. A devout follower, dedicated to becoming a disciple. Disciplined, and would bend at her knees to be more so. Sanctuary in a land of Queens and Prince's, where she would offer herself. Welded. Her eyes met a final glance to Sutekh, until they fell upon the spine in front of her; his fur, the reds, the mirror of the earth below their bodies, and in her eyes, she saw the rough edges of it too.

Hello, Akashingo.