Lion Head Mesa know me broken by my master

How foolish was she to have mistaken a tongue for her own. Oh. Clearly, her grip had been slipping much further than she previously thought.
Her eyes narrow; a breath, sucked in, held, pushed from her. We focus, yes? Red fruit?

***

One way or another, their destination is reached, and she noses her way around the store room; body languid and curious, tail flashing into a flag behind her. Together, they gather what is needed — little red fruit and all. Osiris will be pleased.
Or so she hopes, as she finds a place at the warmth of his altar, bundle of gifts now arranged at the base. With Akhtar as her guide, she begins to pray.
Tell Selena I am safe.

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