Lion Head Mesa A fake brother, who steals your jeans.

She was left alone, and watched Jawahir disappear into the tunnels. Lilitu sat down, more than a little confused, bright yellow-green eyes scanning the chamber in which she'd been left.

And then another, looking much like the woman that had just left her, arrived.

My lady. Thank you, Lilitu replied, smiling briefly. She was uncomfortable with the title; how many were under the assumption that she was the promised princess? And how would they react when they learned she had denied them?

She sighed, shifting her paws. I'm Lilitu, she introduced herself, at a loss for anything else to say. You?