Mazikeen is pleased to hear that she will not have to bargain away any of her children to secure the sisters' support. Her head dips in a quick, curt nod, acknowledging her understanding of their words. "Indeed," she replies, "Quid pro quo. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. I get it." Her amber gaze moves sharply between them as she concludes, "You have my support, so long as the same can be said for you both."

Mazikeen falls silent as the sisters converse between themselves. She watches the brief exchange, her attention shifting from one to the other and back again. Her tail flicks lazily against her hindquarters, swatting away the persistent flies that buzz about as she patiently awaits her chance to speak.

"Aadrika is right," she intones once they have concluded their little sidebar. "I may not know Nyimara personally, but she is well known across the islands. She does not seem like the type to be dissuaded so easily. Especially since she was ruler of the Desert for many years - I doubt she would just walk away from it so easily. She'll be back, I'm certain of it."

And Mazikeen will be ready for that day, eager to spill the witch queen's blood upon the sand in order to maintain her claim on the land. If Nyimara wants the Desert back, she will have to pry it from Mazikeen's cold, dead corpse.

Mazikeen considers her next words, her lips pursing momentarily before she speaks again. "If she does show up, I intend to face her myself. I have no intention of calling on either of you for that particular matter. But I do hope I can count on you two if other situations were to arise which might require assistance." What sort of situations she speaks of, Mazikeen is unsure, but regardless she needs to know that the sisters will have her back.

mare. fifteen-one. seal bay roan leopard
akhal-teke mutt. marceline x ışıksız
queen of the desert. played by pippa.