Haunted Wood Scarlet king

The hunt for their transgressors kept @Legend away from the palace, and with @Khusobek and @Meseba guarding the cenote, the hebsut resolved to trail the messenger herself. This might be their only chance to find @Machiavelli. A quick dozen steps down the hallway toward the jodai and mazoi to tell of her intent, then she was out and into the desert before refusals could be raised.

She was small, she was slight, but she was not helpless. She could track this runner, and felt she had a good probability of avoiding detection if she remained downwind and allowed for wide distances to spread between them.

So she did, keeping a steady lope as the afternoon poured heat onto her back, breaking only for water and brief moments of shaded rest. The sun was low on the horizon, painting the tops of trees and the toothed outcroppings of distant mountains in fiery shades of coral when she finally stopped. The breeze here had picked up, flinging through her long copper cheeks and ears.

Eset blinks against the wind and enters the forest, bedding down beside the hull of a great willow, its arms like long blue curtains shielding from the weather. A plan for whether she continued on, or returned to Muat-riya would wait until she’d camped for the night.