Lion Head Mesa are we the sons of seth, and the daughters of cain?

Her state of being had nose dived, considerably.

She stirred only in the dark now. Maegi's old rooms were haunted by her and closeness was not often welcomed. Only the pharaoh could have say in these matters of her being.

She understood greatly now the dismal air of mourning that had hung over Akashingo that day the queen had been laid to rest.

It was a feeling that took harbor in her heart now.

She slunk around in the moon and starlight. Uncertain what to do with herself now. But, oh, what was this? Little prey?

No, it was worse.

Pale parasitic reminders of Maegi. She stood in their path, a few feet away. A shadow within shadows.