Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

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el verde, silvertongue called it in her begging; the green. and the green had changed her in permanency. despite the fact that its echoes had left her body, she felt its touch, its compelling pull. sometime in her raving she had pulled ramesses' name from her memory, cried that she had once served queen satsu. she knew the number of red hallways; she knew the count of rooms it had been when she left for blackwater. whether or not she was believed, she did not care. her days were marked by those memories; silvertongue was lost in them, believing herself to be back from blackwater, returned to a dynasty that no longer existed. her eyes saw only years ago, and she put herself to work as a fellahin, returning to the parts of what she knew, what the green had not destroyed.