Lion Head Mesa dais

she was kissed upon paws and she touched his crown while he was low. brief, soft. mindful of the gentle furs that covered such a heavy head.

she adored him in these moments most.

i believe this is unfortunately a project for many. not just one. and although she laughed lowly, her seriousness remained. clinging upon her much like a shawl. the priests may see a path, the mazoi may guide him elsewhere. other princes and princesses may give wisdom he lacks.

i do fear burning more resources on him before he is sorted.