Lion Head Mesa Isle of flame

He invited her into the water, the green water a mirror for Ra’s light. Tadihor had simply given a nod, a dip of her head, as she gracefully stepped into the cool waters of the lake, her golden eyes watching his as they look over her body.  In her homelands, she had drawn a few eyes but none made a move, none claiming her as theirs. This is why, below her fur, her face would be cherry red as Semer-Wati spoke of a husband. She was not opposed to the idea of marriage, but it was not something she had obsessed over, as she had her studies.

“This is kind of you, Semer-wati. Your words are an honor.” She replied, her tone soft, thankful. “Tell me, about yourself, your kingdom. I wish to learn of Akashingo’s history.” She was very passionate about learning, especially history.