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"Feathers. Hides. Gemstones. Foreign meats. Kohl and pigments. Our Queen is beautiful. Only finest."

Inaccessible. Intrigue festered.

"She enjoys intricate gifts. Special things, if they are handcrafted. So," she paused, and then looked him up, down, watched how his eyes touched the sky, then touched her again. Took note of the image of his face, how it bended in the light, each curve, and she would remember it, should they meet again. "If you are gifted," a taunt, "she enjoys accessories." She had seen the bones, the hides, the vines and flowers of jewlery Akashingo flaunted.