Lion Head Mesa creeps in its petty pace from day to day

A greeter and party with him. A land of royalty, of culture.

Madhu immediately dropped into a curtsy, right leg extending, head and neck bowed, muzzle nearly to her outstretched knee.

I am pleased to come across your great kingdom, she replied. She straightened somewhat but did not, yet, meet the other's eye. My name is Madhuri Rhian verch Taliesin, princess of Mynydd. I have come to seek shelter.

She dipped a golden muzzle at the red rocks behind them. Do you have room for a traveling royal? she asked gently, raising her gilded brows.