Lion Head Mesa Crows will hang pine boughs at your window,

maegi had gone and pharaoh was deeply ashamed to wake from wending flesh and berries and find he had avoided all thoughts of his dying friend.
and as a strangled cry rose raw and fierce over the palace he somehow knew it to be the harbinger of death. and hot tears scoured his face, of shame as much as grief.
it was solemnly and alone that he at last came, and looked upon jakoul, stricken and reeking of maegi's poppysweet scent —
the end.
he sank down. "tell me it is not true."