Lion Head Mesa controversial

come the new year, zaahira planned to go searching for the lost amiirad. while she was hesitant to leave the mesa yet again, she basked now in the return to her old routine.
nights filled with the sour burn of fermented berries, days of working muscle and teeth with heaving breaths — and of taking her former patrol routes just outside the grounds, the memories of which etched into her dna.
she was halfway through her early afternoon patrol when she'd heard it.
the last time she had done this here, she had been thinner. fragile. now, her figure blossomed with hardlined muscles and a bristling winter coat. her eyes found the stranger with a harsh flicker. she felt as though she should recognize him.
you have come to akashingo, claim of pharaoh muat-riya isetnofret toula. you speak to jodai zaahira bint-sinir. the rough-edged voice comes with a raspy, impatient chuff. what do you seek?