Lion Head Mesa Aten

The pale flower bathed, thinking of @Belen.

The young girl had adapted swiftly, learning by asking her questions and watching the others work.

Kasmut slipped from the waters and shook her pelt, shivering as the chill of winter raced down her back and played along the edges of each droplet. The flower’s soft gaze drifted, searching down the halls. The mesa had been quiet for a short while. Kasmut wondered what the other Fellahin were doing.