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The minutes seem to tick by with maddening slowness, and still Eset finds there is not enough time in the day for all of her plans. She was feeling a new kind of excitement, a clarity and nerve that had not been within her before as fellahin. There was so much she wanted to create in this new palace; paintings and motifs with the likeness of Toula, places of prayer to commemorate each principle god and goddess, and common rooms within their limestone halls for every indweller. She’d even found a modest grotto where the sun fed the walls and the earth was soft underfoot- a place, perhaps, where one could start a garden.

Approaching footfalls wrestle her away from the scattered floorplans. Eset straightens herself and quickly smooths a paw over a tousled ear in a semblance of formal poise. She maintains a jackal’s straight-backed composure until a dear face turns the corner and she is reunited with her friend.

“Hi, stranger,” Eset breathes, uncertain at first how to feel upon seeing Tuna again. She looks healthy and strong, and the feathers she carries are feminine and beautiful as they glint in the lowlight of her chamber. She should reach to delicately accept the lavish gift, but the hebsut can think only to push herself into Tuna’s arms and sink into that embrace still so warmly familiar.

“I’ve missed this; I‘ve missed you,” she murmurs along the woman’s golden nape, inhaling both the scents of Akashingo and coyote laden in her furs.