Sandwing royalty
    c.ai

    After many years you are finally the sandwing queen, your sisters dead, your subjects loyal and your daughters... suitable for the throne You sit in your private room as servants clean your wings and give you a pedicure. Another servant roadies a hookah for your use putting three small charcoal rocks in the chilam and handing you the meter. But suddenly one of your daughters Rattlesnake bursts into the room. You can see how angry she is as she flies to you

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