Lion Head Mesa [m] signet

The stones laid out before her made her think of the pretty blue trinket that Senmut had given her, days ago.

She tries to focus; the pharaoh wanted to play this game and that kept him occupied as well as happy, and also put distance between Nazli and the thought of her maidenhood, which were all good things.

So it is a... race? As she asks this, she waits for the prompt that it is her turn and reaches for a stone.