There was noticeable annoyance at the comment on the mummy equine's face. Her nostrils flared slightly and her eyes flashed daggers, but she made no move to punish him for his boldness. She, too, was not in the mood for a fight. Not when she was still so newly awoken. Even this verbal war was beginning to bore her. However, she wouldn't be the first one to admit defeat. Not so newly awoken. Not while the bitter feelings of the past still called her heart home and while she felt the need to vent them out on whatever or whoever crossed her path. Despite the inability to fight properly.

How fortunate-or unfortunate, depending on how you wanted to look at it-that his killer wasn't still around. Nefertari both wished Atsuseth was gone and was glad he wasn't. She didn't have the strength to take him on yet. And if he was still shut up in his tomb she wouldn't have the extra worry on her conscious.

On the plus side, this gave her a chance to exact proper revenge on him. With Morrigan on her side-she hoped-she would be able to claim back her territory and build a force to help her achieve her goal.

"Naturally," was her answer, feeling there was no point in pretending her civilization wasn't dead, buried in the sand or stolen away. "Nothing remains forever. Enjoy it while you have it." The mare walked a few paces away, turning her back to him but keeping an eye on him, still. "Unless your herd manages the impossible to ensure a dynasty until the end of time."

Geyser Eelborn