Luneshale Pass fifty-first

Zaahira, too, was not above helping wherever necessary; hunting, presentation, serving as an escort of nobleman to their seats. Elaborate, it was, and beautiful; a deserving meal for their godswife.
A brief glance is cast to Eset, one unreadable and one of some sort of knowing; a longing not yet forgotten. For a moment, she ponders finding place beside her.
Instead, when ready, she situates herself nearest the Queen she could get, possibly alongside her fellow mazoi. She would relish in the last times of being called such alongside them. She waits for the others to take their pickings before she herself does, and for a time, she connects the stars with her eyes, and prays.