Lion Head Mesa kenamun ☆

the fate of the pelt is sealed. racharra hesitates, but relents and lets the pelt slip off her shoulders. a pity. i'll take responsibility for the pelt. it isn't your fault. solemnly, she sits, sneaking a glance at her stained belly. her eyes return to nazli, and she leans in before whispering her question.

what kind of blessing, if i may ask.. or am i prodding in too much.. but then suddenly she shakes her head.
actually, no no. i've already caused trouble for you because i was being too nosey. nevermind, i'm sorry for ruining your prayer.. the incense attracts her eye now, too guilty to look nazli in the eye. after the hemet helped her with her own woes too..

i'm sure Nwt will hear you, though. and then the nebet breaks from her slouch.
and if i pray for you? to her?