Lion Head Mesa i'm waiting to panic

a sob of a prayer is the second greeting the girl receives.
there was a bit of joy, knowing that she was missed. but guilt soon returns, never far behind as of late. and so the nebet dives into a bow at the feet of her majesty.

none can know. she would not speak of her near-death experience, nor why it took so long to reach moontide, nor of her increasing questioning and doubt.

i'm so sorry. racharra gasps, choking on emotion. i'm sorry for leaving sooner than ordered.