Lion Head Mesa priestess

some words, deep rooted in her brain, unlocked like a sleeper agent of sorts. walk continued to be one. so she perked up further at once. all too pleased to be allowed to escort her dear friend, and be beyond the eyes of pharaoh.

it would be an honor! but her wispy tail waved behind her despite her formalities.

but she found herself wishing to talk about the good things to look forward to. despite the cold air and her trembling ways.

has tavina told you of our...plans, at all?