Lion Head Mesa [wp] ferrous

senmut and tuna. good souls, and one of them a prince who somehow did not know he was supposed to now be arrogant.

she reached up and pulled something down; she offered zaahira a wet cloth for her face, for her eyes. "she was not an enemy to us. only khaba was, in the end."

"peace only comes when you're rested and fed. i know it sounds so simple, maybe foolish. but grief starves your entire self. and peace needs a full belly to sleep on."

was that not how she herself had gone on?