Lion Head Mesa fortieth

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She'd done her best to avoid Senmut, but it seemed Melody would forever be cursed by a distinct lack of observational skills. She didn't notice him until it was far too late and she was far too close to where he had dozed off to simply turn around and leave. Well, it felt that way, at least. Melody froze. For a moment all she could do was stand and stare, a little caught off-guard by how different his expression seemed while he was sleeping.

In this moment she could see how tired he was — but peaceful, too. Whatever he was dreaming of, if he was dreaming at all, she thought it must be pleasant. Melody frowned and took a step back, then another. Finally she turned to leave, finding a sense of urgency once she was able to tear her eyes away from him, and in her haste she accidentally kicked a rock — a recurring theme in Senmut's presence. She winced at the sheer volume of the sound it created as it bounced off another, larger rock, and tried to flee a little more quickly.