Lion Head Mesa waking dream

Such fabulous ideas among these girls! That's a great idea, yeah, she points exaggeratedly with the tip of a curved nail to Tuna; an excited nod to Eset given just as well, a flowery giggle chirped from high in her throat. we could-- I could, um, pick some flowers to crush up, see which ones you like the scent of. Get their hormones going!
She made herself look rightfully stupid with the way her tail flailed behind her with the utmost energy. But this — this beautiful Queen, her beautiful Queen, deserved to feel ethereal when she made her debut! She could see it now; the sun on her shoulders, jewelry and rhinestones and petalblooms abound; those princes should bow at her feet, ultimately blessed by the godwife built in the image of Ra—
And her head rushed, her heart sung and pounded at her ribs. Why was she lightheaded? One paw raises to cup her forehead, and she found it to be warm.
Something twisted at her stomach. Nerves, perhaps, a sudden onslaught; and so she swallows them and decides to return to her thoughts.