Lion Head Mesa [mp] love & war

The Queen had prayed to Sekhmet, and with that revelation, Zaahira thinks that perhaps it was Her who brought victory to Akashingo over the lake. Her mind wanders over to Zharille, the fallen Alpha, her children; while her children remained, Zharille seemed to have taken off once more. Her scent among the halls dwindled by the day, nothing but the dotted outline of the giantess's ghost, and it brought a small twitch to the corner of a tawny lip. But her concerns with that would not be voiced. The Queen took care of the children, to her knowledge, and that was what mattered.
And, there was to be not one, but two altars for the Goddess. And perhaps that was what was needed.
A secret language between them. The thought of such brought a gleeful series of chortles from the mazoi; something that, these days, felt so rare, so precious. Something she had not shared with anyone in what must have been years.
What a friend she'd found in this amazing young Queen; a bitter, guarded heart, softened only for her.
I would do whatever you ask, and that was genuine, an outpour of devotion, for Zaahira could think of no greater honor than to serve as jodai for her; warm eyes held softly with Toula's own. it is my life's duty to guard you, malakti. To serve Akashingo. for she was a woman of Greatwater no more, not ever again.