Lion Head Mesa I don't want to rattle

The seer trudged through Akashingo, sniffing at each scent left behind by one of the Fellahin or one of the guards. The air was warmer, suggesting that they would shed the chilly winds of winter for spring. As Crowfeather rounded a corner and found one of the windows that overlooked the grounds outside of the living quarters, he paused.

The shadow had put off speaking with the woman. He had not wanted to fulfill Ramesses’ wishes so soon. There were plans in his head that he spent most of his time mulling over, reshaping. Crowfeather did not want to grow attachment to Akashingo. He knew that it was not a place where he would ever feel at peace.

Lifting his snout, Crowfeather called out for the woman called @Maegi. He waited, hoping that she might find him.