Lion Head Mesa i'm waiting to panic

future dated to may 18th

the first ones to greet racharra were guards. never before had they'd been so on edge. and for how long she doesn't know.

the nebet awaits to be spoken to, stoneface shielding a trembling constitution. hyperaware of her own heartbeat, she shifts and sighs in hopes of stomaching through the lump in her throat and the emptiness in her body and that godforsaken drum that keeps beating.