Lion Head Mesa opening of the mouth

as it was jawahir who brought the loud-mouth harlot to the fold, it would be jawahir who performed their ending ceremony. this is what the mumis believed and was devoted to following.

maggie looked perfect with enough web to shroud that wound upon her face.
limbs folded as neatly as they could be, given their stiffness. the sun warming her skin where it reached, feigning the heat of life.

jawahir watched from ramesses' right. paltry gifts laid out for the gone girl. the mica glittering like shards of ice while maggie's remains settled like a patch of snow upon the altar.

clearing their voice, jawahir stepped forth.

they held spite in their heart, and anger, and could not purge it for the salat; their voice carried the first takbir, taking maggie's limbs and folding them as close to the chest as they would go, the right upon the left.
allāhu ʾakbar—tasmiyah, maggie, then, again, allāhu ʾakbar
thickness in their throat.
the final du'a came.
may Ra who watches above guide your way; may you wake to everlasting happiness, unbound.

it was the most jawahir had spoken in a long time.
gaze shifts to pharaoh as the courtesan settles back beside him, head bowed, unable to look to the altar any longer.