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She had promised Nazli protection long ago. And though it had been for her own amusement, and for her own gain, she felt wrong in her failure of that task. And if she could, hypothetically, hear the Gods... they would be saying find her, help her! 

Or was that her own voice? 

What was consciousness, what was divine, what was delusion? 

In her new self-made task, maybe all three were involved.

@Senmut had spoken to her of the Lake, and of the initial decree of peace. The Lake, she had overheard, where Nazli had been stolen away to. Peace! Well, alright, it was a good way to start a reign. Especially with all the tumult. Medusa, politically, could now see that. But fuck if she didn't want it's opposite. 

Did she pray? Maybe (yes). 

One fine day, they were heard. [size=small]@Zharille was among them now. And there was talk of Khaba withholding the pack, and the children, from her. Only the latter would likely drive the sweet Queen of Akashingo to anger, Medusa thought. But it was good that [[/size][size=x-small]I[/size][size=small]]something[/[/size][size=x-small]I[/size][size=small]] did. Otherwise, she would surely be mad in her own way! [/size]

[size=small]Medusa ranged to the prince-priest now. Or perhaps the Queen. Whoever could grant her what she wanted in this war-to-be.[/size]