Lion Head Mesa brass

tavina felt that none of this belonged in the description of her job.

but then again, here she was before dawn, a messenger.

she listened, unsurprised by the depths of his rage, and when at last he sat down, tavina too lowered to her haunches.

"attend me, great one." 

pharaoh's exhausted gaze shot to her in intrigue and indignation.

"you must lead akashingo even through this. the servants barely see you. the mazoi do not. your priest and priestess do not. and your children do not. they must all see you. they must all see your strength and what it means to grieve a queen, and to avenge her. you need to get up. you need to bathe and eat and gather your court. lead us."