No sooner has Mazikeen staked her claim on the Desert than a cry echoes out over the rolling sands. It seems she is already being summoned - something she is unused to, given that most calls in the Cove had been addressed to Warwick. Yes, she had been a leader, but she was not the leader. She had not had the same freedom to exercise her power as Warwick had. Forging alliances, negotiating trades, fending off enemies, such actions had fallen on Warwick's shoulders.

Now, though, there was only her. Now she could do as she saw fit with those who dared venture across her borders.

Mazikeen sets off at a gallop across the Desert in search of the one who had called for her. It is such an exhilarating feeling, flying across the dunes, golden sand spraying behind her and the wind playing through her mane and knowing, with overwhelming certainty, that this land is hers now. That she answers to no one and nothing but herself and her own desires. That she has complete and total control over her fate, no longer forced to tie herself to another simply to survive and make the best of a shitty situation.

Mazikeen is quick to arrive upon the beach, her amber eyes catching on not one, but two unfamiliar figures that wait for her there. The Desert queen slows herself to a stop before the pair, peering down her nose at them with an expression of cool curiosity. These girls seemed little older than children - what business could they possibly have to be calling to her?

"And what exactly are you two doing here?" Mazikeen greets, though not unkindly. She tilts her head to one side, and then the other, her smoldering citrine gaze flicking over the girls' faces. "If you've come in search of the old Desert queen, I'm afraid you'll be sorely disappointed."

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queen of the desert. played by pippa.