Lion Head Mesa You are a golden animal

makono wore a well practiced smile as the lilac girl approached. although she seemed crimson kissed, dirty dusted by the lands.

it seemed she had been hard at work this morning.

the princess sent off any others with a pointed look, intending to only keep her agemate fellahin as company now. the question was all but ignored as she looked over the girl again. why on earth was she so dusted? did the fellahin think they couldn't bathe?

where did you go to look like that? there was no taunt in her voice despite her words. she merely draped her head over her paws with a mischievous gaze.