Lion Head Mesa You're a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess

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Teeth. That was a good idea! Yeah! Melody echoed brightly, smiling; it was nice to feel useful, to feel like someone was engaging with her role here as priestess. Zaahira could have gone to Senmut or Akhtar, who surely knew more, but she had chosen her.

She was content to let Zaahira take the lead, enjoying the view from the back more than she would ever admit. Were all the Mazoi so nice to look at? The Hemet quite overlooked Zaahira's own distraction, in her general obliviousness; instead she was caught in her own appreciative study, finding far more interest in the dark stripe at the base of the woman's spine than any talk of Gods.

Then she remembered that they were supposed to be creating a shrine. Right. Piety. Melody swallowed hard and abruptly began to speak again. Why an altar to Sekhmet? If you don't mind telling me. That way we can make it more uh, specific, Yeah. Something like that.

That ass is pretty godly by itself, though.