Lion Head Mesa Let's get ethical, ethical. . .

Nobody had prepared her for heat.

She woke one morning to a great desire that overcame every sense, and she was swamped with it heading out of her chambers. Even her smell was different; something pungent and longing. 

But she didn't know. She thought she might be sick.

Lilitu meandered through the paths of the mesa, unknowingly flaunting her fertility in the face of Satsu's mourning period. She quivered upon coming close to others; she daydreamed of past fleeting crushes, and found herself sighing in alcoves at the thought of them.

She reached the apex of the territory and looked across the prairie, and folded down, overwhelmed.

It was lovely. It was confusing.

She wondered if she'd gone mad.