The small figure slumped back into the grossly oversized wooden chair, chuckling at the absurdity of her new acquisition. The big folk always had interesting but pointless things for her to steal. Huge mugs, massive clothing, but in this case, her new throne. Lazily, the wild female took a deep breath of relaxation, watching her people enjoy the warm jungle evening. The atmosphere was alive with shouts, laughter and the flicker of fires against a dark green backdrop. The Athesian Queen lifted her petite right leg into the air, resting her ankle on one of the arm-rests, too high for her to lounge her forearms on effectively. She motioned to a nearby male of her species, who began to make his way through the crowd of dancing Athesians, past the large, blazing bonfire and over to her position. Impatient, the Athesian ruler took a long puff on a shisha, bouncing her balanced foot up and down to show her irritation.
"My Queen Calixica," the younger Athesian inquired, bowing before his ruler