Lion Head Mesa Power, Is Power.

distracted by her visitors, satsu saw no reason to attend her betrothed; there had been a call first at the edge of akashingo and then deeper within, to which she turned an ear, but it was crowfeather deep in the catacombs that held her attention.
when it dawned on her that both attending fellahin had dispersed from the wellspring, satsu grew flustered. she decided to leave crowfeather to his relaxation and find where the subordinates wandered off to, intent on correcting their dismissive behavior if necessary.
what she found upon emergence from the underground was blood.
the sight of ramesses, burning with a brighter flame than usual; both attendants with him - gasping and rushing to him immediately. maggie was off to the side while jawahir remained close; satsu remained ignorant to the state of the now tarnished creature asleep against the dirt, with eyes only for the man.
what, how? she managed, looking from the man to the creatures with him and then noticing the familiar scent of the saints.
nyra?!