Lion Head Mesa fourth

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she was often surrounded — this her own doing.

mazoi, fellahin. whoever she beckoned to her for entertainment or conversation. she found a great stretching and yearning in the wake of her last grand conversation — or perhaps the one before that, she should say.

the thoughts of a queenly state laid heavy upon her.

she said not a word of this to anyone besides her father.

not her sisters, not her brothers, not even the priests who might concoct something for her grandness. a sacrifice, she wondered.

but a fellahin had spotted him in her direction and came at once to announce the arrival of the very thing she thought of. this hem she had not seen, she beckoned him closer as she stood. lapis gaze heavy upon him and the bundle he carried.

white fur.

hem, she greeted coolly.