Lion Head Mesa myrrh in a dove's age ☥

the sound of the rain filled her head with a soft buzzing that she enjoyed at first, but when it continued and grew stronger satakhetem became frustrated by it; she was animated by anger, demanding in her childish way that the fellahin obey her, and make it stop, and warm the palace, and call for ra, of which none of them could succeed and were therefore set-upon by her needle teeth.

unlike her twin, who had fallen under some spell; he came flinging through the corridor, dripping wet, and as happy as satakhetem felt upon seeing her beloved, that same adoration turned sour as he climbed upon her in a great, wet, unwanted hug.

a shriek erupted as the cold touched her, which evolved in to a bashful laughter; the fellahin let out a collective sigh as they had anticipated the worst.