Lion Head Mesa Hearing one more "Keep your head up"

The nebet was not made to wait long. For soon, a figure of darkly fur arrived, bowing low before her.

You need not be so formal, dear Bahiti. Rise, and sit. Perhaps they were fellahin, beneath her. But she was once in their prints. To serve is the purpose of all, not just the lower in status. So, in reality, they were all equal.

How do you find the palace, newly fellahin? She questioned softly, stance relaxed and eyes full of warmth.