Lion Head Mesa sphinx

a celebration, she declared suddenly despite the tiredness of her voice. she had grown so horribly tired of the sadness that clung to everyone. she remembered early on the way the crying seemed to continue even in her dreams.

weren't they exiting the mourning?

and while she had worries still of the view of her new position, she did find an importance in the moving forward. she had been left with a horribly big position to fill, the least she could do was raise spirits as she attempted to fill it.

i want there to be...festivities. happiness. laughter. she cared not now if she overstepped. allies should be welcomed too, if you want.

she found her head resting delicately over her forelimbs, a heavy lidded look to the pharaoh now.