Lion Head Mesa gaze at blue

the druid was far less receptive than she was during their previous visit.  it was not that she was unkind — marina always had her manners about her — but the magnetic desire she had once held for the pharoh had dissipated with the emergence of @Ego.

plainly, she smiled towards him, and quietly offered the prey that she definitely remembered to bring with her but her player definitely forgot to mention in the opening post. 

he stopped.  she did not move to close the distance.

long, she says with a laugh.  it always is.  but i made a promise to you, pharoh.  i trust all is well in your domain?