Mount Apikuni rooting

they did not need the fire to be close, to touch. makono found she still burned just as bright when pressed under that sunflower gaze.

the eagle held the lioness tight, had she talons they would have sunk in.

i am a commander, a conqueror. she familiarized herself with those scars again with a kiss, two. i was trained in these mountains.

she thought of the empty canyon where an outpost had once laid.

she thought of how it might cripple akashingo to take it once more before she breathed upon the palace. how a man now sat on a throne next to her sister. would her dear toula feel anger if makono had an army before she returned? so close, so near and in a place full of history.

i am doing it for you, for us.

who are you a warrior to?