Lion Head Mesa seven foot frame, rats along his back

Today, she went to visit the Pharaoh.

The poppies had eased the frequency of her seizures—in fact, she'd had none at all, since starting the seeds again—but left her in a constant haze. Not that it was all so bad. She floated along, not feeling the earth beneath her, the path ahead like some spiraling maze into. . .

Maegi shook her head briefly to clear it, feeling herself spiral elsewhere. Setting her teeth, she approached the space she knew @Ramesses to occupy, waiting for one guard or another fellahin to meet her first.

Still, she tipped her nose briefly and gave a soft, crooning howl for the Pharaoh.

She meant to thank him, for starters.