Lion Head Mesa Mountain

It is a gift from the gods he has not planted face down on her body! He looks a fool, lifting each leg up higher than the next while trying to avoid the little Mesen babe's running feet below. She has him in a fancy equine trot until she relents!

There will be holes found in the sides of unassuming Mazoi's heads if they teach his daughter their foul banter words.

"A leather tug for you and your brothers! I need to be in the market for rolling stones and prey bundles, too. I thought you might appreciate a plush fox tail! We have a palace not far from here with beautiful women maintaining gardens and pigments, too. I'd like to take you there some day!"

She wishes to hunt. There is something somber. "I know it is hard seeing everyone leave. ..We must stay back this time. It is my duty to guard our kingdom, and one day, it may be yours too. Even if I were the only one here, I would stay to protect the throne. Our soul is to the gods, and it is my greatest honor."

He whispers, "Even if it may be a bit boring most days!"