Serpent Lake Cinnamon girl

Sleep came in tenfold. Minute by minute, to hour by hour, rested by the sound of rolling water and its lullabies. Though she could force her body day by day to erupt itself, it would eventually cave, and she wouldn't understand why. A simple rest, a simple sleep, when it wasn't so hot anymore and Ra quieted his fury. Rest would catch her, and it would happen time and time again.

Peaceful.

Quietude and a tranquil song of night water and wings.

Brought back to Shuyet, where things were safe.

Where fire roared through imported driftwood and the skies darkened. Passageways, running havoc with feet. He's fallen! He's fallen! Yet she walked slow. There was only the face, once upon a time, of Seth.

All she knew.

Seth.

Ghost riddled eyes opened.

Dark, hovering and calling her only for a moment with a yearning calm.

But he was only a man. Only a stranger. Tapping her tail over her nose only once, she stared and checked over his features. Emerald eyes. Dusted ears. Dark cheeks. Inked nose. New.

"Yes." For a moment, the memory of Akashingos tag on her had fizzled from sheer interest.

"Hello."

Eye contact held intently. Though, the slithering fear of mauling teeth and opening jaws fluttered in her, the intrigue of it and more alone kept her in place. In a ball. He was new.

"What is your name?"