Lion Head Mesa sword & jaw

Absolutely love being treated with your characters’ insights <3

It is beautiful. Heartfuls of metal, properly cast with delicate plating. The red stone flares beneath tapered light, glistering in unison are her eyes. There’s a pleasing contrast over rutted hand. An opulent tribute.

The jagged truth of this is aimed at her across his room. She tenses, bandaging before the cut, eyes downcast.

He mocks her. And why should he not? She has done the same to him.

“I cannot accept this.”

What would he have her do? Play at Queen in the dust of her crude dwelling? There would never be occasion for a coyote servant to don such a splendoured thing.