Lake Rodney forge

how easy it had been. she feasted her eyes upon nala; upon the curve of her cheek and the elegance of her neck, her slim shoulders, and yes the mouth she knew now to be rosepetal soft and just as yielding.

"no." a breath caught in her throat. "she is entombed now. pharaoh has moved on. akashingo is coming alive again." and it felt wrong, after seventy days of crying and tension and the investigation in there as well, it felt wrong.

but this was right, she here and free and with nala, and both of them looking down a hazy and unformed road. 

for good measure she kissed nala again, laughing gently. "i have a few days, you know. no one saw how quickly i got here."