Lion Head Mesa forty-second

Then he would be treated as one of the gods.

"Forever on foot, My Prince," she answered. Endlessly, she would move for Akashingo if they commanded it. It was what she understood best. It was what she craved to do. Even now, the idea offered to put her heart in a nauseating flurry. She put it aside, she let it rest, she listened- patiently. She wished not to disrespect him nor his name. The royal showed kindness and mercy, something she offered not to take advantage of in the moment. He could choose to revoke it.

So, what her prince, who seemed of Ra, spoke of with her next, stayed between his and hers prayer. In a quiet chamber.

"I see many. Hear many," she said, swishing the tip of her tail at her leg.

In the next moment, her foggy eyes in a submissive, unguarded blink locked to his. A little smile that had been long on her mouth was given to his pupils. "And should a king fall at my feet, we will say it was the winds."