Redsand Canyon lioness

the place was empty.

hollow. a husk. she had seen something similar once before. when nebet maegi had passed on, the way her rooms grew stale over time save for the gloomy mazoi.

her lips pressed together tightly.

she moved at once onward. as if she had seen a scene not meant for her.

it would be some time before she crossed his path truly. nearly missing him in the darkness of the night, his coat slivers of the moon itself. she the sun.

imperator,

her voice was softer now.