Two Eyes Cenote You can't buy this fineness

tosses her at u

at some time soon to come, zaahira would be parting to return to akashingo.
she missed home dearly, as much as she had grown to appreciate the desertland. but she rose now to jodai; she would go where she was most needed by pharaoh. muat-riya was shaping up to become larger than life itself, and it lay now in the hands of eset — something about that cut her with a dull whip of pain.
the halls are oddly quiet and serene. in a room she finds nazli, alone, bathed in soft light seeping from the open ceilings. curiosity overtakes her.
you have done a good job, the sandsoldier gestures toward the intricate details of her mural, the vibrant hues. muat-riya is lucky to have such an artistic priestess.