Lion Head Mesa [mp] love & war

She is merely a pupil to gods of past and present, the titles of which still remain foreign to Zaahira. Apopis, patron saint of chaos — how one she had not yet heard. But the Queen speaks of His wrath within her dreams, and with this, Zaahira is frightened.
Even when you think you have found peace, hardship is waiting at your doorstep.
She is gentle, and yet holds power in every word. I will pray with you, Divine One, and that is a vow.
She notices the fellahin nod; heeding.
I am okay, a light shrug is given. I have been... what is the word? Falling. It is unusual. but even still, she did not elaborate; the Queen had enough to worry about. She takes a step closer, head dipping to bow. How are you feeling, malakti?