Lion Head Mesa turn back time

"I'm afraid your mother is not well known by me." Spoken in an echoed wisp, the imp mused carefully. Racharra wished to know. Nebet of Akashingo. Legend would oblige. So, then came the question of if the raven knew why Racharra was here. Oh, what a wonder, if the imps dull eyes could fathom such things. Though, if she did. If she could.

For better statement upon the settled watch, why wouldnt she?

"But in passing, in word, a fierce woman. Tall woman. You perhaps lack memory, nebet. There was time, many suns ago, when you still lie in the belly of the lake." 

If only the moment had been longer, yet it had happened. "Only Khaba," a name spoken like a snake, "I had seen in your denspace then. Your mother pushed to see you on a day none expected. She came for her children. For you. She must have been overjoyed." The closest word Legend found that could be perceived.