Broken Antler Fen haflat zifaf

there was salt on the wind. it was not the season of rain and the sun shone unhindered overhead, making them seem out of place.
jawahir approached the mounds and saw, among them, a figure. it could have been a brother or sister to the kinz except — they turned and at once, recognition followed.
you were the wife of the loud man.
the courtesan swept close but not too close.
i come on the pharaoh's request, but this woman is alone - jawahir can see that it goes beyond the sanctity of the ground, her scent is different also.
ah, but i must be in the wrong place.