Lion Head Mesa nichrome

she waited eagerly for nala to show signs.

and yet she dreaded for her wife.

today tavina was out of doors, briskly ordering fellahin about. her voice was a snap of hot steam in the frigid air. 

she was gathering things for princess toula, as well as restocking her own larders.

tavina’s voice barked over the chilly air. qiao loosely drifted towards it. 

today the doctor roamed outside akashingo’s halls. qiao welcomed the excursion, coursing after scurrying fellahin in open strides. soon spring would mark their halls with fresh blooms and greenery — qiao could taste lively change in the air. 

she spotted the doctor’s shape and made towards her with a demure bow. doctor.

"hemet."

her bow was brusque. "the palace is finally quiet. we will make plans for a jubilee."

her smile was a thin curve. "akashingo must renew its name."