Lion Head Mesa twenty-eighth

and yet ya sure saw to it its most holiest didn't live to ancientness.

"naw, nawt really." gucci's lips pleasantly curled. "mah children're gems worth their weight." 

"speakin' o' such thangs," he made his tail sway, adjusted his posture to a casual tilt. "ain't it awful shame our queen's still young as a fresh bud? your holiness seein' t' it she receives wisdom o' a more ripe age?"