Lion Head Mesa If I catch fire then I'll change my aim

the worse she felt, the more she ate. the more stressed, the more she ate. the more tired, the more famished; all she did was eat and waddle between her tasks, and think of eating when the tasks were finished. food gave her comfort in a way that filled a new kind of void within nazli. the dopamine kept her going; and she would only continue to swell as she snuck snacks throughout the day.

she was mid-swallow when she was visited by the specter. the sudden appearance of medusa startled her in such a way that she sputtered and nearly choked! but she forced down whatever had been caught in her throat, eyes glistening with the effort. a few ungainly snorts later, and nazli was looking utterly sheepish and defeated. she had been caught! what if medusa spoke up to someone? sayf would certianly not entertain the pilfering - and tavina might've been lenient to a degree, but --

pregnant, hm? medusa's voice slithered forth.

nazli did not know what to say, but she knew of the rumor. she knew what the servants tried - and failed - to whisper about. that the nebet heard those same stories and now confronted her was mortifying. her eyes were downcast. i -- i suppose, it could be possible, hm, miss medusa, nazli stammered. that is -- well, tavina says i am getting better. but what did that mean? fatter, seemed more accurate.