Lion Head Mesa butterflies

At once the princess is content enough to watch the man make orders of the scullery maids, exercising his own insistence for the good merits of his Goddess. With the talons procured it left only the herb parcel to be prepared.

The jeweled gaze is watchful upon all he does, appraising further, though her mind of the man was certainly already made.

“Tell me how a servant comes to learn so much of the Gods,” Neith questions, tail stirring whilst watching his careful work. “Do you not aspire to priesthood?”

The amiirad would generally find such tedious tasks dull, but she took a great interest in how Charmion laid out the herbs so neatly, and asked that he explain his expert methods for future prayers.