Lion Head Mesa sed

it burned again, silently she begged it to stop. perhaps it was Ma'at that held her eyes open, ears tall. so that she may see and listen in full.

the truth.

then i will make her not a sister. i will make her a jewel. her bones ached as she continued to resist against the flow of her father.

but, tell me, where is my council in these matters? you can speak to whoever you wish, you have your collection. where is mine to advise me on all angles?

senmut, khaba, nazli.

names burned into her.