Broken Antler Fen grow back your sharpest teeth

the unnatural rustle of foliage causes meseba to stop and turn; other senses already working into overdrive to make up for the loss of his eye. guard hairs bristle; still sore and healing and worried that Pharaoh's consort king would call for him to be hunted.

but the figure was familiar. he'd know eset anywhere, even a phantom draped in shadows.

that he would be so lucky as to cross paths with eset happenstance upon the first few nights of his defiance was nothing short of divine intervention! even if sekhmet had demanded his eye, she had not spurned and turned from him as he feared.

relief almost crumples meseba as he moves closer.

hebsut! he calls out to her; gaze lingering on the form of machiavelli that lingers near her. him, meseba is not nearly so happy to see; still believing ( wrongly ) that he is fault for the ill-happenings. but much has happened in your absence and none of it good.