Lion Head Mesa noctilucent

politely kicks down door

she could not sleep. she burned with a fever befitting the anxieties in her gut. so she went out into the fresh, dark air. let the wind tussle her fur in ways a lover might.

she had half a mind to call upon senmut, to summon his company. it was easier to sleep when the room was not so empty.

but to be pharaoh was to be alone.

a thought that drifted away from her when she spotted nazli. a moonlight lilac. her gut twisted tightly with a long, tired yearning. awoken after weeks of suppression. months, perhaps. she had not forgot the way her father had ripped the lilac from her breast like a heart.

she only announced herself with a soft clearing of her throat. sword away for these precious moments.