Naaghai Lowlands iron & eye

Zaahira did not know the last time she had left Akashingo's border.
It was odd, beyond odd. The landscape ever similar and yet so foreign, vast; largely empty, and burning with the unforgiving scorch of late summer.
But the position of jodai rested upon her shoulders. And even if it didn't, she would have gone anyway at the noble request of her Queen.
Even with the growing crowd of ever miserly sphinx now under her watchful eye; or rather, she in their's.
A mazoi? gossip, she supposed, was one way to take a feeble mind off of the back-breaking swelter. Amused, her eyebrow flicks upward. there are only so many of us. Do you have any idea? because it certainly was not her.