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

Belen, she replied, smiling. She liked the girl, soft-spoken and very pretty. Her eyes were striking. Of course, it was still unsettling that she was treating Lilitu with such reverence, but— Uh, Brecheliant, she added. It's. . .

She made a vague gesture in the direction she thought was west. That way.

They sat in silence for a few heartbeats, Lilitu shifting her forepaws somewhat awkwardly. Um, so, this Pharaoh. . .what's he like? she asked.

AKA: is he nice? Does he have a temper? Am I about to get completely and utterly reamed out?