Serpent Lake Cinnamon girl

She couldn't make the walk to Muat-riya.

The dance with Ra she has performed, with his hands in hers and the way they sang with twirling feet, she felt burned. Sluggish and weighted through every leg she lifted, her smile still played out upon her mouth as her eyes closed slow. For feeling so heavy, her legs were featherlight to the ground and moonlight soft upon rejecting soils. Her prints followed behind her as shadows.

The river ran alongside her in a stream that echoed place in her head. When the world went dark, she tipped over where she stood the corners of her mouth beginning to fall. Before she met the ground, her wrist planted forward for another step, another walk.

The ground sloped towards the stream. Sheltered and quiet. Minutes passed of tumbling until her ankles turned, slipping down into the dip by the riverside and curling herself on the ground. Rest grieved for her to cave, and it did so until she did. She slept like a fawn.