Lion Head Mesa the wheat from the chaff ☥

the boy was a winter's breeze across usually hot lands. charmion did not like the way this discomforted his innards and yet knew it to be a royal's right.

healthy and well-tended to, Amiir. he still held himself low. he could have asked if there was anything specific the Divine Child wished to know, but feared he might be pressed for private matters.

how may i be of further service to you, Divine One?

it opened him up to demands, but it opened them up to topics not so specific.