Lion Head Mesa The lights are on, but the royals aren’t home

A handsome man draped in shades of red, with vibrant green eyes, entered the dining hall with all of the grace and poise of royalty. 

As he sat at the table, Tadihor could not help but notice the gold and turquoise pendant that hung from his neck. This observation told her one thing for certain: Tadihor gave a nod, and smile, addressing the man’s greeting. “Sabah el noor.” She greeted, wishing him a bright morning.

“You must be Erpa-ha. It is an honor to be in your presence.” Was she flattering him, maybe, but she meant each word, for she may be of noble blood, but humble by nature. “No. Please, enlighten me.” They could discuss this as they await the main course. She truly looked forward to any chance to gain a deeper understanding of her home.