Lion Head Mesa so I quietly conceal the dark inside of me

eyes up, watching the bird.
an-ichi-nef... mouthing the name, trying to make sense of it; it was not in a language that she knew but that was alright. it was not her bird. a beautiful little companion, however. satsu was briefly enthralled.

approaching sabah now, satsu was waving her own tail. she felt light and gleeful, having finally tasted a kind of freedom that she had been lacking with the rise of akashingo.

you do not sleep with the fellahin, she notices, and then laughs softly to herself, girlish. i suppose that is right. you are the jodai! i should hope it is to your liking. i can send someone to help fix it up, if you would like?

she thinks of tamar, who is hopefully still busy with her very important and time-sensitive mission, and the queen ascendant reddens.

all is well? pharaoh speaks highly of the triumphs in the vale.