Lion Head Mesa bellows

and nala began a hum.

soft and sweet, honeyed by the rich culture senmut had taught her. it was the kind of thing she might have used once to soften the hard heart of pharaoh.

this time it felt as if she sung to a spirit in the room. willing it to release the young girl it had grabbed hold of.

and when the girl finally seemed under the spell —

i will not leave her until she wakes. this she decided softly. her work could be done here for the next few days.

tavina, however, may be called upon elsewhere.