Lion Head Mesa bull

lots of tags for reference, AW!

she did not sleep — or if she had, it did not feel like sleep.

her bed had been cold, open, an endless expanse of her emotions. a wave that she floated by herself in eerie silence.

dawn was a welcomed sight — and she swore she heard the praises to Ra from @Senmut in her place.

wearily she dragged herself upright. wondering if the sesh may have something for a brief kick of energy, wisely thinking against it. no. she would dunk herself into the frigid wellspring and then figure where her day would begin from there.

perhaps @Bayek was positioned somewhere, waiting for her. maybe she could pit @Khaba against him for further training of a tactician's eyes.

quickly, she submerged herself once she met the wellspring. crocodilian once more.