Lion Head Mesa When I can't say that I feel the same

she had filled her morning with the faces of mazoi. she had tested the eagerness of the roman son and spoken with the medjay of running messages, giving apologies. a winter feast had no room in a place of mourning.

now she had reclined upon a throne. sayf had come with words of bundles, stores, things being prepared. her head spun and she sent him away when word traveled down halls of a return.

senmut. khaba. hem. jodai.

she had not forgot the hemet that had paid a blood price she had not owed. she had not forgot the debt that hemet was still owed nor the way senmut had suggested her as a vizier! qiao had pledged to do as the crown bid and such a promise could not be sloughed off in favor of affections.

if any bodies lingered in the room beyond the trio, she sent them off with a pointed sound. standing now. approaching the jodai and hem.

where did you go?

she hid her hurt where she hid her mourning. behind sharp lapis eyes and under muscled shoulders.