Lion Head Mesa now, feel

A gentle woman. A true queen. One Akashingo did not deserve, and she would relish in the rising of her maturity and structure. How she would bend, and what she would will. Their Queen had the power to be royalty beyond title, and her visions could bring such. The strength in this, she drank more than any thought of travel. "An artist?" Legend wished to know how much this queen flourished under spotlight and language! "Oh, no, I am no artist. I am traveler! Messenger! I paint no art. I show you art! You would love the desert, my Queen. I can lead to great things- with....... princes?" And who might that entail got a delight out of her. Because perhaps one in particular she'd grown familiar with, and there'd also been another.


"I am worthy to be around such?" her head quirked. "I help ensure no death!" Fingers crossed. They played with cards. Though, Legend was exceptionally good at locating water in a dead pit of sand. "You will be most regal in time. You are very gentle and swayed from corruption. You must be careful with so. Many women, many men, will seek to tarnish that of you. Can you fend such?"