10/8/2025, 10:44 PM
i suppose you are right. i suppose, simply, i do not fear fish of any size.sitamun smirked at the physician as the darkened waters came into view, lapping in some display of shallowness between two pointed stones. a stream, lying as if it were a tangled ribbon against the curtain of misted night.
now the maidservant did experience some trepidation, but she had teased and postured too often now to fall back. the toes of one paw inched into the silent blackness, predictably cold at this hour and in this place.
the sun does not fear the night,and sitamun's eyes gleamed with answering joke. in the next moment, she had splashed quietly down among small reeds, attempting to take the stream's depth before this cold took her back to the surface.
it is not pleasant!came sodden hiss as red crown broke the surface.
but it will do to hone the body.
