Golden Glade cymydog

she regarded the newcomer with an air of quiet intensity, her marigold eyes steady and unblinking as they lingered on madhuri’s bowed head.

when she finally spoke, her voice was soft yet carried the resonance of distant thunder. tywysoges madhuri rhian verch taliesin, she repeated, each syllable enunciated with deliberate care, as though committing the name to memory as her spanish tongue offered an almost melodic cadence. you carry the weight of lineage and purpose, such burdens are not placed lightly.

mictec’s gaze swept over madhuri as she spoke, taking in the rich golden hue of her fur and the striking sapphire eyes that gleamed with purpose. the contrast to the cold, snow-draped landscape was stark—she seemed like a fragment of sunlight made flesh, carrying warmth even in winter's grip. i am mictēcacihuātl itzcóatl of mictlān and the huey tlatoani of tlalticpac.

mictec’s gaze flicked briefly to the northwest, following madhuri’s gesture, before returning to meet her eyes. an alliance… she echoed, her tone contemplative, her head tilting slightly as though considering possibilities visible only to her. neighbors can be a blessing or a trial. tell me, what does your kingdom bring to these lands, aside from your foothold?