Mount Apikuni rooting

maybe she had inherited some tendril of royal madness.

it was unbecoming how long she had yearned and mumbled the name this woman had given her. it unraveled her now that jealousy pulsed beneath her vein.

makono had long been filled with the greatness to make grand displays of her emotions. some things did not change.

i stay.

something divine writhed within her skull and beat against her bloodstream. rage and a dying light. but she was blind to it — made anew in the sunfire gaze of this woman.