Lion Head Mesa Ntropí

it was odd to be below the earth. belen stared eagerly at how a room widened into a space she could not have comprehended before she saw the mesa. the girl gawked openly, not hearing that arsenio had made their first introductions. when the stranger turned to her, belen felt herself grow nauseated by the intensity of his eyes. it seemed he stared through her. this was pharaoh, and he spoke to the guard, not her. "b-belen torres, furrow," she half-whispered, feeling as though she would shrink in on herself.