Lion Head Mesa I Broke my Chains

with her own gifts given out, racharra sleepwalks through red halls. she drips still of wellspring's holy waters.

the pitter-pattering of the droplets gets louder and louder, for some reason. the nebet wakes up and looks down at the droplets. strange, she shook her pelt right after her bath. right? right.
yet the dripping persists.

she whips her neck around so quickly, she feels a muscle strain in complaint. ow.
a fellahin that had accompanied them from muat-riya pitter-patters through the halls, and only then does the girl slouch.
ah, hahah. hello..