heavy crown

It had all started so innocently, just a little adventure to sate the curious fiend that lived within her soul, but it had taken such a terrible turn. Sure, it had been fun at first, chasing after the sunbathing lizards, peeking down every crack in the dry, dehydrated earth, shouting questions into the darkness of the holes just to hear her own voice echo back up to her. She'd laughed much more than usual, especially when she had looked to her paws and realized her scratched paw pads were coming to resemble the cracked ground of this desert.

It was then she thought of princesses and their soft, plushy paw pads; Mneme took up a delicate demeanor, pretending to be a princess from a fairy-tale as she danced around the deep craters and against the winds of the place. It was very tiring, doing nothing but dancing and walking on tippy-toes (because princesses did that), and having to dictate her supreme orders to her loyal subjects (frightened reptiles). The summer's heat beat against the lands and against the faux desert princess - it soon became unbearable, and in an exaggerated way Mnemosyne fell to the broiling hot ground, rolling around in the sand and dirt while screaming for someone's assistance, "AUGH, help me! Help the princess, lizard knights!" The nearby reptiles quickly fled the scene as the pup continued yelping into the relentless summer air.