Lion Head Mesa [m] signet

it was — a suppurating vine of green that coiled close and whispered he did not yet know where nazli's loyalty lay, save for her faith and love in the prince.
senmut was a man raised in these ways and understanding of roles inside a royal household.
his lazuli eyes watched the movements of her paws upon his pelt. "have you been to visit the mazoi?" he asked next, lifting the other arm from the water to examine his buffed nails.
again he waited.