Lion Head Mesa Isle of flame

Day by day, Tadihor had grown more comfortable in the red sand palace, the desert land. This was evident in her descion to roam further from her chamber, and follow a small river leading to a lake; serpents lake. She had neared the water’s, eager to drink from it, but as soon as the Divine black figure came into her view, she lowered herself to the ground, “Tahiaati ya 'iilahi. (Greetings, Divine one)”

She would not bring her self to face him until he had spoken so.