Lion Head Mesa kenamun ☆

the hemet hadn't noticed racharra, but she attempts to break the silence the hemet finally whips around. in a panic, nazli tries to erase all traces of her blessing and all of her preparations spill out onto the floor.

oh dear-! despite rushing in and yanking the pelt in an attempt to save it from the oil, it was too late. racharra still attempts to pat it down, pelt caught tightly between strong canines.

am shorry! she manages through the pelt, her ruddied ears flat against her skull. the rescue futile, the nebet is forced to let go of the pelt for now. speaking breathlessly, she rushes to dawn the pelt over her shoulders — maybe if they bathed it in one of the lakes it would be fine.  i'll get a fellahin to clean it, i'm sorry. i didn't see anything..! racharra pauses to steady her breathing before straining. i just thought i heard someone speaking.