Luneshale Pass Cerastes

gasps softly

With the Queen came her escorts; the fellahin, whose absences both individually and as a group were felt. Tuna, a dear friend to Zaahira, and Eset—
The liquid eyes fell upon her when the commotion had come to a low simmer, and as such, she was greeted with all the formality of a bumbling, frightened hare. Oh, hello, I did not expect you to wish to see me, she wanted to say, but it falls short as space is made beside her along her nightwatch post. you are welcome to sit. How was the palace while empty? the flicker of an old flame crosses her features. And your journey?