Lion Head Mesa Dandelion

“But… why, Charmion?” The girl’s toes are fisted on the stone, frustrated by her own ignorance. The servant finds a way to occupy his paws but Neith’s eyes never leave the cool green eyes.

She presses on. “For the entirety of our lives we toil to gain passage to Aaru. Why would a ka choose to leave paradise?” Unless there was something on earth for them to achieve…. Unless…unless…

They never made it out of the fires of the Duat.