Luneshale Pass season of the witch

"Yes," she replied absently; though, not because of her lack of understanding nor notice. Her mind had faded away, once her mouth finally chirped and gave answers Zaahira dug for. Oh.. all too much.. lots of thhinking.. she didn't mind thinking.. Not enough thinking! Her mind branched out, clawing for ideas and subjects, things that her head could dance with until night fall.

All of the food, she'd finished.

Her tongue pressed roughly into her teeth.

Her attention ran into her arms. "My understand!" Me...My...Me..My..

What was the difference again? Oh well! Must be my!

"Rashepses and Senmut, I watch," she declared, her voice quartering in volume, tail swishing side to side. "Thutmose. He is princely?" Legend knew little of this...Thutmose!