Lion Head Mesa ivory & steel

He was leaving today. Her soft lip twists into a frown. Who else was to stay in Akashingo, anyway? I'll miss you, a teasing trill to her voice as it lifts in pitch, followed by breathless, quiet laughter.
And in some way, she truly would.
Pharaoh? To say Inji's inexperience in the world of Akashingo's politics showed would be an understatement. She looks upon him with wide, curious lavender. Was that why the Queen had so many men traipsing across the palace's metaphorical roses?
Is my job not to charm everyone, anyway? she retorts, a playful lift of her paw to the tepid air. I'll be sure to keep my eyes on them, though.