The Tangle gymnopédie no.1

doing this on mobile at work so sorry if it’s meh but i really wanted to respond!

Two questions summoned her attention and she wondered which one was more important. Who she was, or why she dug into the cold hard ground.

Pale moon eyes looked upon and rested upon what almost was a mirror. Lighter than her, but close all the same. The woman was much more autumn than the burnt embers and smoke of Sakhmet. She was stunning, even with the smoldering of her interrogation.

Was that a remnant of jealousy in her stomach?

I am making a more livable spot until I find a way through here. Mostly honest. The jealousy of this stranger was hot and ugly enough to not bring Kigipigak into this, the autumn woman need not know he was around somewhere.

For the moment being, she left her name unspoken.