Lion Head Mesa after while, crocodile

“Now is perfect, My Queen. I would love nothing more,” she needed a break from the erratic thoughts and seeing her mistress was a welcomed reprieve. A clear head, or perhaps a new perspective, would help her solve the design problems later. For now she fell in stride just behind Toula, and to the left, where she was most content to be.

“How may I serve, your Holiness?”