Lion Head Mesa khepresh

she was looked at last, a simmering gaze.

her stomach sunk. she yearned to follow, but wouldn't that look all the more questionable? instead she tightened her lips, thin and wary of those around her.

she had been meant to become an extension of akashingo, but how could she leave now? how could she forge plans in purring tones to the pharaoh when the woman of his heart had been so suddenly dropped from this plane of existence?

murder.

she only briefly let her gaze linger on the pharaoh's departing form before she too split from the grave gathering.

she was still a mazoi, after all.