Lion Head Mesa godsblood

'twas wretch'd summer weather, which he once endured with aid of blowing a/c units. now, he pretended to have by accident been walking within toula's shadow.

he'd been brewing a question, so hers caught him off-guard. batty ears swiveled.

yup. he said, without blink of hesitation, adding a bounce to his step. ah think a'his graciousness most ofen! 

gucci didn't mention it was the time of his reign he thought of, those halcyon days early on when there were no poisoned meals, no depraved obsessions.

the man turned and grinned at the young priestess-queen.

he was most rivetin' king!