Lion Head Mesa a final inundation

They were brought together as a family this one last time. Senmut kissed her, kissed Aiesha atop the head, and was away again - seeking the forefront of this gathering, melding Akashingo and Muat-Riya.
Aiesha moved to go to him and Nazli had to stop her. He is doing his work, come now, The mother murmured as she ushered them along. It felt odd not to be included in this holy moment - but she wasn't yet expected in such a role, not so freshly returned.

The words bellowed from her beloved soon after. Thoughts of Tavina held against her will; a memory of Toula's birth, and tending to Treva when she was queen. Remembering the many hours spent being tutored or treated by the woman - and to think, someone could be so horrible to her! Senmut was filled with resolve; as he spoke the God's truth, Nazli felt emboldened.

She was about to mutter something coyly to Aiesha when the earth groaned. The walls shuddered! As Senmut went on with his accusation it was as if Akashingo answered - and Nazli looked for Aiesha again, this time fervently, wanting her close, and saw her trying to mingle among fellahin, and her pseudo-siblings. Greedily Nazli grabbed for her and pulled her close -

In time for the world to shatter around them. Hurried! Panicking! Scrambling first towards her daughter and then towards Senmut; he was shouting - the air was thick with red dust. Where could they go? She knew the catacombs - but where was Aiesha?

Tremors forced her low against the earth. Nazli scrambled after bodies as they too ran like rats in a maze. She saw a flash of red fur red dirt red blood red — AIESHA?!

Voices were screaming around her. The earth opened, swallowing the unfaithful and devout alike, and Nazli fought for each breath and each glimpse of any life - and grappling with anyone she could, she moved with the masses even as Akashingo devoured them all.