Lion Head Mesa she who waits

ramesses nodded graciously, though he had already been to the canyon when it was wet and muddy and did not intend to revisit the place.
after all, his queen would be a finer ambassador than he. 
at length he stood. "we must continue our greetings, lady aquene," he said formally to the mereoan. "please. enjoy the rest of the festivities. they will burn for days longer." the palace's guests would be filtering to the grounds and the throne room now. "you are welcome to return to the roof of the mesa, or stay here in court. there is some singing planned."