Lion Head Mesa bird of paradise

she slept well into the late morning.

she thought she had heard @Nazli at some point but figured it nothing more than a dream.

and her dreams had been wild. a constant roar. a replay of her gifted sacrifice, of crimson and ivory in an intertwined way. she was not sure she was grateful to leave the dreams.

the waking world was bright.

her head throbbed.

she did not know if senmut was somewhere here, stowed upon furs that had been offered. perhaps he had already slipped away before any prying eyes questioned.

the palace beyond her door seemed empty, hushed in the wake of last night. she wondered if anyone had carried any words of displeasure with her show to pharaoh.

it did not matter.

her court had peace.

she could not help but keep an eye out for either her treasured fellahin or even the pharaoh @Ramesses himself, as she slunk along the halls. returning to the sight of her sacrifice.