Lion Head Mesa butterflies

“You are wise,”

he felt as though he had been blessed instead. his gut felt as if it entered a state of no gravity. he is trusted with this fine lynx fur. the feeling only continued within him. it felt as if he existed beyond his own mortal form now, in service to this Divine One no one could stop him.

thank you, Divine One.

her command is featherlight but clear as day.

it will be done at once, Divine One. his voice is filled with a warm pride, but not so exactly for himself. it is for being trusted by her, being allowed to be involved in this affair.

in the kitchen and store areas he can come into his own. a man who wielded power in other ways when he was not royal. although he was not cruel about it, but firm in each word. he uttered directions to other fellahin that an order was made. that, yes, it must be the claws of an osprey. that the young Divine had ordered it and in that alone lingered a warning.

he would leave it to himself to begin working on a bundle of herbs, more than content to allow the royal near to watch his work. if she would not find such a thing boring!