Lion Head Mesa [mp]The Night Spins

Heavy. So heavy. Why must she feel strange? Her tongue plopped out to touch her nose, her head could not sit still. Her steps, they swayed. Her head touched over his neck when it could not support itself; though, she tried desperately not to do so. It happened regardless, as if a pillar was required was required to keep her steady. His voice was polished. It felt sickly in her stomach, yet almost any other may have made her vomit.

Lord had been her only option; though, he was not her serpent.

When darkness slipped over them and their heads were covered, her faint head hovered the ground again. Her eyes, while they felt as if they were moving and the walls told her that they were turning, had not seen this path. They had not seen this passage. "Where- he take me?" Where he take me..where he take me..where he take me.. To Khaba's six foot lady pit? No. Not there. Did this lead to the high point? No, she felt her paws going down. To lord, to neb, she gave him a quick glance before her gaze hit the floor again. 

He was lord, and little would she look. The world was spinning, and little would she look.

Neb was help though, and he did not cross the type to be spiteful of eye contact. Not that she found herself able to give it, if by force from her body.