Lion Head Mesa nature pants

Skippable unless addressed!

Melody immediately grew uncomfortable in Senmut's presence. She stood back, keeping closer to the Fellahin rather than stand too near to him. He hates me, she reminded herself, though a part of her rather thought he likely didn't care enough to hate her. Annoyance was perhaps a better description for the vibe she had gotten from him thus far.

Or maybe she was just taking it all too personally — but his coldness existed in such stark contrast to the warmth she'd been met with by their Pharaoh and their Queen, she just couldn't help it. Melody was silent as the coyote girl spoke, half-expecting to be dismissed at any moment. She was ready for it, too; any excuse to avoid Senmut.