Lion Head Mesa gilded breath

The shadow came with bated breath. She had returned from her winter dalliances, washed of heat scent and secure in the knowledge that she was not found out. After all, who’d suspect the dutiful Jodai? Nobody, she was good at what she did.

But she couldn’t help but worry.

It didn’t show on her face, but it was felt in the spaces between her ribs. She moved into the open air throne room, her leg giving a somewhat noticeable stiffness to her gait. The scars did not fair well in the cold, but Sabah was forging on.

Pharaoh. Came her greeting, the Jodai dipping into a respectful bow before focusing her gaze on the gilded ruler.