Lion Head Mesa Two Auguries

They were of two minds when it came to the definition of ‘pleasant’. Eset was no architect, anymore than she was an explorer of the shores. To build something so grand would require great strength in the jaw for whittling, for logging. Something she was certain her frail half-coy body was incapable of!

But she found the words on her lips, “of course,” even when internally she rankled with how to accomplish such a task. “It will befit our Queen and her power.”

“Verily.”