Lion Head Mesa [m] scorched earth

in the shade of the king, laid the feral goddess, draped along his side like a fancy fur.

i don't need to do any sorcery on you, she answered honestly, lazily preening at her own fur. occasionally attending to his. a soothing pattern.

her fire still raged, but she could be content for a few moments of entertainment.

we're creatures of the same bone, pharaoh. it's why we work well together, fit into the grooves of each other... a tired but pleased look through jade eyes.

she considered what he would do with her now. there was no guarantee anything came from this, but there was also no guarantee that nothing came from it.