Lion Head Mesa i keep digging myself down deeper

She offers condolences, and at that, Zaahira shakes her head. Akashingo reigned victorious. Khaba is now a prisoner, a girlish giggle, as if they were gossiping teens. can you believe it? Oh, it is crazy, how much life has changed. But, a polite smile; nearing bashful, even. I am happier here than the Lake ever could have made me. The Hemet-nekheb is very sweet, very good. I am proud to serve her now, as a mazoi.
An idle drag of her paws across the sandstone floor, pointed ears falling to the sides of her head. Why did you leave the Lake? and then, with a thoughtful pause; Did you ever... like it there? because Zaahira had begun to question whether or not she ever did.