Lion Head Mesa [mp] yonder

Top side for a brief stint. Not long enough to disgrace Tavina’s order of sequester. She needed air, but had no desire to show her face to anyone after the events in Queen Toula’s hall. Chaos seized the palace despite their good Queen’s governance. What it meant she could not know.

Feet made quick work down sprawling passageways, head lowered, intending to slip back into her chamber unnoticed. Between her teeth she held something she’d found in the sand- the glittering shell of a scarab beetle. A flicker caught her low eye.

A child. She sniffles. She should return as ordered to her keep. But surely this darkling girl is not meant to be unattended? The blue beetle is placed beside her feet

“Hello young Lady,” she whispers gently so as not to startle the occupied girl, “I am Eset, a fellahin of the palace. May I escort you someplace?”