Lion Head Mesa taken care of

the lavender girl very nearly collided with khusobek, cutting the crocodile's saunter with a hard arch of his brow.

"what are you running from?" he teased, flicking his icewater stare beyond her shoulder, to see if a shadow had followed her out into the corridor.

she was finely made and somehow shielded. was this some lesser princess, kept from the festivities of nobler family? he tested this with an order: "i want wine brought to the borders along the serpent."