Lion Head Mesa mastaba

fasting.

she supposed there was relief in not being ordered to do so in a state like this. ballooned like some sort of whale, ready to be beached and get this over with. she did not speak such unkindness to him.

i will. she's been very...diligent tending to me. sayyadina, too, but surely that went without much saying. she watched him carefully now. the way he seemed...near ready to depart, yet he lingered and she wondered what for.

she lifted a paw, as if she intended to walk, only to gently place it back down.

she did take a step in her boldness, though.

do you intend to give names? or should i?