Lion Head Mesa creeps in its petty pace from day to day

It was hard to miss, and impossible to forget. A great red monolith among the snow, rising stalwart toward the sky, weathered trails along the edges and shadowed caverns promising secrets within. 

A castle. And she would know one when she saw one.

No doubt its sentinels had marked her presence here already; she'd lingered near the periphery for a few days, deliberating. Eventually, though, the pull was too much, and Madhu strode slowly but deliberately toward the boundaries of the mesa where the scents grew stronger.

Her breath fogged in the frigid air as she howled. Warmth, she thought, was nearby. Food, shelter, rest. She might not be here for a long time, but she'd certainly enjoy the hospitality for however long they offered it.

And they would offer it. How could one turn away a beautiful young princess? It just wasn't done.

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