Lion Head Mesa sed

in which i spent an hour dizzily writing this

bile burned and she was reminded of teeth on her scruff.

that was what this felt like — and she realized the grand emptiness of the room. no fellahin, no guard at the door. a tactician's thought.

it was ugly and churning. thoughts of vile things.

"dico ad coniungere nostram futuram."

"mars mihi permittat videre diem coronationis tuae, princeps."

she moved at once, unchained. standing with a rigidity to her spine now.

my training continues. nazli will not be sent away from my side. she is not as pitiful as the other fellahin and sanpin we collect. to waste her is a mistake. you intended her for siptah, so now she is mine by absorption. a show of goodwill, no?

challenge, challenge, challenge.

danger, danger, danger.

she felt large than her body, filling the space between them and the door. blinded so wholly by this moment that one might think it madness.