Lion Head Mesa sed

there.

in his throne.

had this not just been what she had become stone for? that she had practically exiled her own brother for? yet now it felt like a looming mountain. two steps up, a place of power.

but she had climbed mountains, climbed cliff walls.

so she rose to the place, seated herself upon it with all the airs of a royal. now she felt hollow. her gaze devoid in a tired way as she ran through a mental course of her own emotions.

she looked over him, her own father, to the spaces beyond him.