Lion Head Mesa Nefer

She whirls to seek the voice, breath catching with returning recollection.

“Your eyes.” Lucent; the color of spring lotus.

Her mouth cracks open like tinder across a fire. “Gods, bless you, you’ve saved my life.”

She slides her arms out in prostration, all she can at present offer to the healer, bewildered in not being able to give more. When she rises it’s on limbs grown stiff but with an intensity roiling across her face.

“My Lady, could you please tell me if this place is Akashingo?”