Lion Head Mesa after while, crocodile

"And I am grateful to be by your side, Queen Toula."

With an accidental brush of shoulder the necklace would unseat itself from Eset’s possession and fall, splitting to pieces at the feet of the mesa.

“Oops,” and her freed neck ripples with satisfaction.

And she devises to turn back into the company of the two women and the currents of power that course there.

A paw slicks up her throat, enjoying again the smoothness of her natural form.

“One Prince has named you Lady of Flowers,” the fellahin grins as the light catches in Toula’s face.