Lion Head Mesa kenamun ☆

for one night she will rest, and in the morning those of muat-riya would depart again.
as nazli tries to settle upon the furs, she finds she is unable to relax. she asks of the fellahin to bring some things.

milk thistle in water.
blackstone; hidden within the catacombs.
red reeds, as incense.

when these were gathered to her, she gave thanks and again was secluded.

the vessel of clouded thistle was poured carefully until half-empty, and then dabbed with reeds, which were then set standing, and altogether in the window.

i give a voice offering of fire, oil, and praise,
everything good and pure on which a Goddess lives.
i give to You these gifts, Great Goddess,
i sing Your praises,
and honor You.

a moment to breathe the night air, tasting the familiar scents of the mesa stone and the sun-baked dust, and then nazli tips the incense vessel and with care she paints the residue upon her belly.

her next words break from the heka,
sounding less pious, and more pleading, and heavy with emotion.
please, please, let me have this blessing.