Lion Head Mesa Khnum

The pale flower hunted for @Belen with sharp eyes.

Kasmut made her way through the mesa’s corridors slowly. She greeted those she passed with a sweet smile and a flirty wave of her tail. It surprised her to see that the numbers of Akashingo had dwindled. She had once been envious of the many Fellahin, but she did not think that there were that many. At least, her trips through the territory were not met with faces that she knew.

The white figure sniffed out the newest member’s scent and followed it. She would see what Belen had learned in her first few days and how she was settling into the comforts of her home. There was still no word on the man called Neizan. Kasmut hoped he never arrived.