Lion Head Mesa infensus

set for prob the 25th, gonna say midmorning. drizzling. cold.

germanicus was near dead upon his feet when the red of the mesa finally presented itself. he had gone until he could no further. 

the man staggered into the anteroom. water rolled from his pelt and presumably that of @Nephele. his legs shook, but his voice did not. he called at once for pharaoh and for queen @Satsu, for @Arsenio, for any who might be listening. and would come at once.

the eagle used the last of his strength to bear the shadow into his own austere quarters, the closest room and the only one in a small hallway. there he lay @Crowfeather down and inhaled, struggling for a control that began to evade him.

his eyes did not leave the still young face.