Lion Head Mesa meadowlands

and he has offered her so much development!

Stifling the tears, she bids him forward, an absent nod to the gilded crown. Though she has no appetite, she looks upon the abundant oblations, admiring their lures equally with the servant’s thoughtfulness.

Turning about the room, she pursues the cleansed walls with her eyes, trailing the tips of a marbled paw along the velvety furs. 

“Are you responsible for tending my rooms?” Neith asks, gaze finding Charmion over the prominent splendors.