Lion Head Mesa meadowlands

it was a very good thing he had already prepped her meal. otherwise he might have dropped all of the supplies at once. he had felt something similar once before when we had been told he was to become a gifted servant to the Lord Gucci. that time he had dropped all his supplies!

but here he was not being a gifted servant. she spoke of something infinitely higher than that. she wished for him as her vizier. how his family all might have fainted to hear such an offer given to their humble little son.

he was carefully placed upon a scale now, he knew. the House of Gucci might feel slighted by either him or the higher royals themselves. yet he thought of how much more in the world he might be able to truly do for those around him. he thought of how helpless he had felt in the wake of the wounded bodies and declarations of wars.

here was a chance to do and to pass it up would be a slight to himself more than anyone else.

i will give myself to you and your Queenly reign, Divine One. he bowed low and it was a worshiping thing. forehead pressed against the ground and the scent of scattered petals filled his senses. i only ask that you move me into a training better fitted to grow as your vizier. words spoken still bowed! he had no desire to humiliate or embarrass when the time came and he knew that while his skills might have been plenty useful up until now they still only belonged to a fellahin’s toolkit.