Lion Head Mesa she is good, but she lies

backdated to 5/20

Tavina's poison had not worked.

The babies lived, and Maegi felt as if she were slowly dying. Her belly grew rounder; her mood sank lower. And it was past the point that she could hide it from the Pharaoh.

Perhaps he'd heard rumors already.

Nevertheless, she darkened the door of his chambers this afternoon, taking a breath to steady herself. The seizures had been more frequent since the near-abortion and she did not want to risk falling into another one before her leader.

But could she help it? It's Sheogorath, she reasoned. Nothing I can do.

About anything, really. Maegi sits at Pharaoh's threshold, helpless and miserable. Maybe he'd send her away. Maybe she'd die, and the pestilence within her womb alongside her.

And Mou, still lost. . .