Lion Head Mesa noctilucent

the sun had gone down hours ago. nazli had heard senmut singing the prayers. this time - as with the last few weeks of them - she had not been in attendance. it seemed fitting that his new protege should benefit from lessons, at least that was what nazli told herself often enough; medusa needed to learn.

she was awake. without so much on her plate during the day, the girl had excess energy to burn. she was lethargic, but sought the comfort of the cool spring air. she ventured to the plinth of stone where once satsu, the first queen, had been found.

it was a desolate place in the dark. the stars winked down from above, with the exception of one tenuous stretch of cloud that looked almost alive with a moonlit glow, the likes of which she had never seen before. it was like a bolt of linen pulled taut around an oil lamp, and caught her attention for a while.