Lion Head Mesa Hellebore

“Yes,” she nods with a reluctantly unfurling tail. It was a framing she could not argue with. Their Queen was to look flawless on the day of her crowning, and it was logical for the Sesh to need a rehearsal, just as she needed a sketch before a painting.

The fellahin stills, straightening her posture and shifting a curious look from the man’s face down to the little flowers.