Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190506221605/@comment-2600:1702:4310:22F0:3554:D5C:3F15:5D6B-20190515004841

As soon as Merenith came back Imperial physicians of the king came along and picked her up slinging her over his shoulder. She began to come to as the physician brought her into the same room as Nymphea with holes inside of her palms and the ink written on her stomach. She had broken feet as well and she could barely breathe. The last thing she had was a bunch of wine and rum which made her even more weak. The beer was addicting and the wine for the upper class had a certain intoxication that she likes. Thutameph rolled up on into the room and rushed over to the two biggest status people in the room. He put his hand on Nym’s head and said, “Hang in there...Come on sister.” He said, “Come on wake up.” But inside instead on the other side a hallucination from her youth when she was 13 happened to appear in her dreams. This time the horrifying teenage girl in bandages didn’t speak. She just gazed at Nymphea with a blank face whispering in her ear, “Tomorrow’s the future of my death day...Wake up or blood will be spilled.”

Merenith stood awkwardly there trying to clean up the blood where Khafre was angry. She was never going to get any sleep tonight and she knew that when her and Khafre spent the night in the same room he ended up getting really possessive the next day she wouldn’t even leave his room. It was like he was holding onto the only thing that was from his childhood. She put her hand on her head and said, “Well I should go to my room and call it quits babe.” She laughed awkwardly scooting away from him while he was still in another shocked state.