Lion Head Mesa forty-second

"Your blessing, I receive. And I abide by you."

Where desire stirs and hunger is greeted, there is a calm. Her stomach soon met the floor, tail slowly coming to a curl around her hind leg. Before him, she stayed upon her knees and a bowed head. Little did she dare to look him in the eyes, and when they did she acknowledged, respected, an emerald valley lit ablaze.

So, she stayed with him. Even if it would be short. He offered the warmth of them and a trust. His blessing.

Her tongue lapped once, twice at her gift of water. In her homeland, it was of fine luxury. "Does that please Prince?" 

Her head was down still, yet at that question her tail swayed once to her other leg, then took rest as it returned. An echoed drop of ground water falling a level in the chambers slivered down their ears.