Lion Head Mesa ninth

she had washed herself of the evening's affairs. dismissing any help offered in favor of silence.

then she slipped away.

the world did not exist beyond her room. she laid atop furs, a lazy sight. refreshed from festivities that had taken more out of her than she had expected.

the voice of senmut only stirred her slightly.

a head looked over a long shoulder, still she laid prone on her furs.

i should not be so surprised you arrived.