Lion Head Mesa pschent

She had become quiet, reserved. She wasn't sure what to do now that her mother was dead. She had ordered away anyone who had tried to do more than bring her food. Talking was not something she wanted to do, especially on the subject of the deceased queen. 

But she did leave her quarters often to walk. She would visit some of her favorite places and spend her time mourning by herself. 

Today, she went to the lake where she met her father sometimes. She knew there was a possibility he might be there too, but she found she didn't mind so much. So when she arrived to find him pacing, she slowed to an eventual stop near him. Father, she greeted softly. She would wait to take a seat until he did the same.