Lion Head Mesa Tjaw

charmion carried the scents of honey and herbs. his work had begun long before songs were sent to Ra's ears. he had found himself in between prepping meals and clean living spaces. a man who walked between one part of the palace to another.

another young royal spotted.

charmion carried cleansed furs, it would be these that he approached with. his voice wanted to escape him but it felt like a lump in his throat.

all he offered was a deep bow for now.