Serpent Lake הזר

Izaiah of Minya touched her. Her jaw was cupped in his fingers, and it did not move. Instead, Izaiah of Minya would only see how she bore their shared sight. A smile was painted upon her inky mouth, and it stayed there. One would think that she was dead if it were not for the skylight moving across her pupils. By now, Izaiah of Minya had seen this ones mouth move enough to know that she breathed.

"Yes."
Tavina would appreciate it, perhaps. To not be Sesh alone. With the attacks, maybe the royals would see luxury in someone to look over mauled bodies. Whatever the reason, Legend was not in position to care, or to concern herself with higher things. That was not her place. Her duty now was this man, as it was asked of her. "If he is of desire to the Pharaoh, then I will want," came the willows of her voice again.