Lion Head Mesa Anubis

she was only here for a moment.

to admire the trinkets nazli had gifted to her. to wonder if it might be childish to bring them along, out to the steppes where most of her time seemed delegated now. yet she knew they would not be as safe out there. not even the redhawk feather.

so she left them and with them a part of herself.

in the halls she would spot the form of the new medjay. bayek of siwa. he seemed akin to a smaller version of khaba. dark toned with soft touches of white. although his eyes reminded her of the sesh. a cut up his lip set him apart from all though. uniquely him.

medjay, she spoke. you have traveled far to be here.

she did not mean from the post to the halls. she meant from lands she had heard only tales of.

500 for you!! :D