Lion Head Mesa Influx

hope u don't mind me! involvement in this can be shortlived <3

An arrival.
A man. A man, again, another one, seeking Queen Toula's hand. And she bristles as she stalks closer to him; the cloud of red sand beneath her feet.
Immediate judgment from wildfire eyes, hard as metal as they pass over his inky figure. He is proud. Does he think himself special?
But even still, she says nothing beyond what is necessary. You stand on Akashingo's ground, ruled by Muat-riya Isetnofret Toula, Queen of the Red Serpent, Divine Wife of the Gods. nostrils flare. Zaahira herself is nobody important; least of all to this one. She cuts to the chase. Do you seek audience?