Lion Head Mesa kenamun ☆

for what it was worth, nazli appreciated all that racharra said, and would accept all the prayers she could gather. it was kind of the nebet, and for the first time nazli sees her not as a noble but as a young girl, naïve certainly, but hopeful and sweet in a way that nazli used to be. the next time she prayed for herself she would add racharra's name with the hope that life would not chip away at that sentiment she carried.

i must hope. i must trust in Nwt. the priestess bowed her head as she said the name of the Great Goddess, closing her eyes briefly in reverence to her, and when she opens them again she is smiling softly while her gaze travels to the length of ruined bedfur.

do you ever think about it? you are young—and i know how people talk here in akashingo; marriage this, diplomacy that. spreading the influence of our pharaoh— she watches the girl now for recognition of these things, whether she has an opinion one way or another, or perhaps the same interest in motherhood somewhere in her future—but yes, she is still a girl.

it was different before our toula. better now, i think.