Lion Head Mesa hollyhock

all of it served to hurt more.

that she had proven, before them all, and yet she was denied. siptah had been named — and even the son after him might prove to be a challenge.

but makono was dashed aside from a position she had already grown into. how could he not see that as the denial it so clearly was? he spoke of both, but the importance of one seemed to weigh heavier than the other. who was blind? her? him? the both of them?

the tension of her body spoke volumes of her turmoil.

the damage had been done in the wake of all this.

she could not leave her the girl she had come in as.

"she was a goddess."

her throat clenched, tight enough to make her feel she did not have enough air. a burning, stinging at her eyes. so badly she wished to weep.

but how could she do so before the one that brought all of this hurt?

i am done here. her voice hoarse and pulled tight against her vocal chords. i am seeing the priests. send a fellahin if you need me.

if he did not speak against this, or move to stop her, she would stride away at once. prepared to cut a path towards the newest priest (to be) — not of akashingo, not so deeply ingrained. perhaps he held more knowledge of the things her father could not give.

perhaps all palaces truly were this way.

she's gonna head for senmut if that's okay <3