I'm only alive

Safiya left her resting place in the early morning. Trotting from inside and roaming. She would learn this place, these stones. She would find a way to exist with her handicap and thrive. yes thrive. She could not help, but feel a little lost. A little sad. There was much to be sad about. And she held her heart tightly closed at least for a time. She missed her friends. And he rformer life, but what was to be scrounged? Nothing?

So instead she threw herself into her job as Mazoi, if that was even what they could be considered here anymore. She was not certain. She tilted her head and slowly began a perimeter check and a border refresh.

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 the Pharaoh spoke often with the Gods. and she soon divined that there was a reason for them having emerged here, of all places. and so, after prayer, Toula considered who would accompany her on her own expedition today.
 the Gods again answered. other than her fellahin she sought a capable Mazoi, and there ranged Toula’s pride: a girl born fellahin who forged her own path. the Gods brought to the girl a trial by fire, and still her path did not waver—it solidified Toula’s own faith in her, but also, in herself for granting her people both a choice and a path.
 once the fellahin sang of her arrival, Toula greeted the girl warmly. “ah! you are working hard already, I see! though, I was hoping you would accompany this day as my escort,” for she trusted in the security Safiya offered. she had learned some hard and terrible lessons too early—but it would likely have made her far more keen to observe it before danger was truly upon them.

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