Lion Head Mesa Ilen En-mar

she knew what toula was meant to be, in those comforting moments. knew that there could be no other choices. yet she did not speak it now. did not place the grand thing upon her crown. let them enjoy these soft moments for now.

a kiss to her sister's golden crown.

with one paw, she motioned a fellahin off. knowing that they would return with a meal of necessities only. in this mourning state, makono had not become fat upon her position like a lazy king. her figure stayed trim, the physique of a soldier as she would always be.

i love you. do you know this? another kiss, and another. her eyes softly misted. so sorry to have brought this grieving agony down upon her beloved.