Lion Head Mesa axe

It was as if she had been speaking of the shabti only moments ago when conversing with the hem, Senmu. And now, she was being summoned.

Another fellahin had come to collect her. Isa wasted no time, readily being lead to a larger chamber than that of the sleeping quarters she had seen.

The darker silhouette of the royal sat upon a bed of furs. Isana approached slowly, instantly bowing her head upon the moment she was before the woman's view. No words were spoken. She was fellahin; so twas not her place.