Lion Head Mesa [mp] love & war

So Zharille was not missing; merely elsewhere. This brought some semblance of relief, a slow sigh breathed out. I am glad she is in good hands, and that was all of what she felt. Zharille meant little to her in the way of a friend or a leader — she had not known her, not beyond exchanged glances. Her time as the leader of Greatwater was before Zaahira had ever set foot upon the land.
And she sought to shred any lingering association of Greatwater, the last of the threads to be pulled. Never again.
The Lake took her dedication for granted; her fervor, her religious loyalty; and Akashingo had scooped her under its wing. The sands whispered hymns and mantras in her dreams, called her home, and never would she leave them unless the Gods bid the palace's death.
Rebirthed, baptized under the vigilance of Ra;
She was to be jodai.
The very notion of such brought a spring of tears into her eyes as the Queen lays down the procedure to be carried out. Overwhelmed; excitement, fear, ambition, honor, gratitude, everything; and she thought, in that moment, of just how far she had come.
You have done so much for me, Divine One, at some point, she had come to a stop and taken one of the Queen's blond paws between the two of her own, if she were to accept such a gesture. I will not let you down. as a ruler; as a friend.