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Imiazael had taken her seat, and gracefully lined her silver platter with several different fruits, and bread. Wine filled her cup, and tantalized her sense of smell, as Kona entered the hall atop her white tiger.

As important and dependent that Imiazael was upon Kona's skill, she sometime's questioned whether the girl was 'all there', or not.

"Kona, perhaps you could explain something to me?" She arched a brow, waving her left hand slowly before her face. Before the tiger, on the floor, appeared a raw thick cut of bear meat. "As your beast there is of wild nature, would it not be better for it to hunt its' own food?" The queen tilted her head to eye the animal beneath the table, "As opposed to dining at my own table?" As much as the Queen valued the presence of Kona, she sometimes wished the woman would let her beast out to run and be wild to catch its' own food.