Lion Head Mesa twelfth

it burned and she wondered for a moment if this would be her life now. this moment, this pain.

the way her flesh seared beneath moonlight.

then they burned with a coldness, amplified by the cold air. she found herself unable to be worried about senmut so close to her, so close to the wound.

only that she loosened a gentle prayer out between her lips, buried and muffled behind clenched teeth.

perhaps now would be the time to move but she found herself unable to.

what's...next?

now that she wore a mark, now that pharaoh had demands, now that she was priestess beneath the moon.