Lion Head Mesa you are my religion

I love to sing as well; I often do so, for the Gods. I could teach you Their songs, she offered with a wave of her tail. painting and dancing—each she loved as well! I would love to see your paintings… and dancing! oh! we must dance together! there will be much dancing at my coronation,
she thrilled at this, eyes bright. there was much Melody could do here with each of those things! would you like to see and learn the dances of Akashingo? she offered, and then, perhaps you might teach me the dances you know, as well!
tracking. it was good to know, but it felt added as though an afterthought. perhaps the least enjoyed of the things she had listed, but Toula nodded having heard it. perhaps tracking something like… what one likes, rather than following a scent—would something like that be of interest? she wondered.