Lion Head Mesa Ṣalāt al-Janāzah

@Ramesses was busy mollifying his cuckquean fiancee, so jawahir could not seek him out directly.

they lingered by maggie's resting place, within an alcove lined with dry grass which smelled like a stable - stale and heavy with animal scent.

worrying at a length of bone, dark eyes watched the goings-on within the atrium and spied the hallway opening, biding their time.