Lion Head Mesa so intoxicated with the end

his laugh is answered with the slight tilt of her head, but her eyes twinkled. she could sense something in him then, but not, precisely, what it was.
that is not so terrible a thing, she hums, for it your favored Osiris that is also a commander of death. it gives me peace in the knowing of it, Toula stepped toward him and said, but I know this is my own way of thinking. I know little of your own Wanheda, Toula openly admits. she dips her head in apology, not intending to insult him—and open to listening, too!