The Mundunugu Who Inspected My Muladhara

To the North of the Farasis River lived the Mundunugu who was to inspect My Muladhara.

The waters disallowed man-made vessels, so ferry by amphibious camel was required. Mine possessed a malachite sedimentary coat, with eyes of a rose-quartz sparkle, and an aquamarine swagger that circumvented My doubt. It comfortably sat 2 people in the valleys of its humps–befitting for My sherpa and I.

We treaded toilsomely along spinal upstream currents, and ignored the sirens who attempted to ensnare us in their booby traps. The trip was had in 2 hours and 47 minutes. The sun was receding in the sky and illuminated the red jasper mist in its afterglow as we bushwhacked toward her hut.

When we arrived, My sherpa called out to her, and at once I was greeted by an apparition who licked My chakra with her world-without-end diagnosis. She explained that I possessed a hot tongue, and that the only prescription for this was a licking that lashed My being clean.

It is a generally known consensus among us Dragon Masters that modern-day pharmaceuticals know nothing of holistic healing and well-being. Praise be to the almighty female tongue!