Lion Head Mesa twelfth

till the pain subsided!

all at once she imagined she'd be here the whole night. perhaps it would not be so terrible, to stay in the halls of worship so that tavina did not see her weep over the pain of the new mark.

she could not bid her voice to rise over a whisper.

she mumbled a prayer, stumbled over words in her pained state and started it again.

until eventually a question came to her.

pharaoh wanted to see me dance in snow.

it had originally been meant to be a question. now it fell away into an empty void of the space between them, and her uncertainty met confusion.