Lion Head Mesa silver skyline

akashingo was left in her hands.
the search with semer-wati and kingsguard yielded no results. zaahira, filled with a simmering guilt, kept to herself in her return for a time. she spoke with Sekhmet, prayed about it, bit at her nails; and every time, she felt her warm lips against her ear. trust in me.
while wandering the ghostly paths along the mesa's exterior, a familiar silhouette casts a long shadow along the rocks, and for a long stretching moment, the jodai is halted. Sekhmet delivered in time.
and many moons ago, she may have been much more forgiving — but she had a princess to find.
immediately came the strike of zaahira's jaws, snapping, crushing, aiming for the golden ruff; her nails dig into the ground in the hopes that weight and force alone will be enough to drag her to the catacombs for questioning.