Lion Head Mesa woke up to your texts now i'm nauseous

@Senmut @Akhtar or anybody who may be doing some nightly worship :)

The night clutched her tightly in its misted chill.

She limped down the halls. Beyond a room Maegi once inhabited, along the halls of prayers and worshipers who would all soon drift to sleep. For a moment she lingered there.

The whisperings of evening prayers held her ears. Even if she could not grasp them longer than a few moments.

Still she drifted deeper, hearing the well fitted words in somebody's mouth.

It did not matter who it was. She seated herself next to them. A grim reaper given life only by the air in her lungs. Her glazed eyes stared hard at whatever was before them.