Lion Head Mesa [sc] Boa

"Ēē ku." A familiar call.

Legend had long disheveled. A shattered face shattered far too quickly, and yet not soon enough. Joyous smiles and cheers, delicate prayer and proud song, and in the middle of it all, there was Nazli. There was Senmut. Legend did not know why, and could not understand why, or why she felt- or that she felt at all- that it had not been Her. But of course, she should have known why. Chaos incarnate and terribly blind, for better question, what creature would have thought it would be her? Certainly no one wise, and that had been why it was her last to catch on.
Silly imp. A silly creature. Senmut was smart to turn her away.

Give this not to Eset, she came to the hebsut with resting lips and a high head. Eset would call, and she would be there- always. "hal tahtaj musaeadatan?"