Queen of the Deep - Warrior's Welcome

The trek up the mountain was an arduous one. This Queen climbed ever upwards as if she were on a calming stroll. Ikinya, not one to be outmatched by a woman, even a hadithi woman, struggled to keep, but struggled even more to look as if he were equally not bothered by the climb.

“You waste too much of your energy on appearances boy. It would serve you better to focus on the terrain than on your composure.” Teleza commented as she strode ahead. Ikinya was annoyed. Was there nothing he could best this beastly woman at?

Queen of the Deep - Ikinya's Folly

“Is this her? Is this the woman that my men have so feared to bring to me?” He said in an amused roar. His men were seasoned, trained, battle proven soldiers who were taught from childhood to not fear death. War had been their mother’s milk, their bedtime stories, and their very life blood, yet suddenly his troops were stricken with fear and of a woman no less!

“This is she Great Ikinya. We beg of you, tread lightly with this woman!” A soldier said approaching with the woman in tow. The soldier, towering over the woman, escorted her forth with such fear and trembling one would think she, and not he, had dealt death to many.

Ikinya watched closely as the woman approached. She was pleasurable to watch, to be certain. Her long skirt, dyed purple, rustled the grass at her bare feet. The blue wrap slung over her right shoulder covered her full breasts, but left the rest of her athletic torso open to view. A long, thick and ornately patterned braid traveled far down her sculpted shoulders and poised back.