previously...

she scoff at his dull-witted moan. imenet decides he is not worthy of discourse or explanation. a decorated beast, yes, but she'd never engaged in conversation with even the finest chariot horse.

the migraine. again. she sets fingers to skull, hunches over in the water. damn this. damn all of this. damn him, especially.

imenet dives under the water. it is cooling. overwhelming.

Nakhtmin does not see her resurface.

she breaks the surface with a gasp. eyes closed, she breathes heavy, face to the sun.

when she opens them, she flinches.

the oasis is gone. her captor & companion too. imenet twists her neck to see if she'd looked the wrong way.

no. in place of the lake, is a much vaster spread of water. it goes to a distant, unknown shore.

she looks back at what had her aghast.

a great pyramid looms in the distance. not that distant. and it brings great comfort. for she knows it was made.

a buzz at the nape of her neck, threatening to build up to pain, but already she is splashing for the shore. imenet's eyes are still on the construction as she wrings the water out her fur.

how fast could she reach it? half an hour? less? more? she'd try all the same.