your royal majesty

Maki had heard that Grammy was unwell, that Uncle Chi had to step up and take the throne whilst she took a much-needed rest. it was good news for her uncle, she could easily imagine a fancy crown sitting atop his brow and he did have a very royal air about him. Firm and powerful, regal even. But she'd always known her Grammy as empress, it made her a little sad to know she wasn't doing so well, which was exactly why she'd put together a little gift basket. Little odds and ends she thought Venom might like, scrawled sketches, furs from beasts atop the Maw and samples of foods that were apparently Viking delicacies.

And of course, she couldn't leave Chimera out of the gift giving sesh' so she'd gotten him something too, a little congrats pressie that she hoped might add an extra spring to his step.

Stopping outside the border, where the grass grew greener thanks to the fancy lake in the center of the territory, she put down her little basket and let out a series of short but friendly enough boofing barks. Hi! Hello! It's me! Maki! was the general sentiment carried.