Lion Head Mesa peach pit

he's unflinching. if anything, the playful mockery was gone. he coughs, barks at her, and retreats like a defeated dog.
and her head dips just slightly. she doesn't blame him; even if both were to shed blood, their ties would not be seen. only the gods could, and racharra isn't even sure they would care much for filth of the lake.

Ra is unkind in his judgement of her brother. the light highlights his ragged state, the shine of his teeth as he barks, the hurt in his eyes. for a moment, the dark girl leaves after a long hard look at what He presents to her. but she has an opportunity she must seize.

it takes a moment but something falls into the pit with a splat. the dust rises, obscuring what had joined drusk. the cloud settles again. fermented fruit and a chunk of meat lays unceremoniously. only the nebet's head peers over to the pit, just to make sure it had landed.