Sekhmet breathed deeply. It has been a while since she smelled the filthy air of the mortal realm. She wouldn’t say she had missed it per se, but to her, it was the sweet smell of freedom; it felt like she was free, like her brothers and sisters; she isn’t shackled anymore.
She isn’t punished for something she did on the behalf of her father’s orders.
The girl met her with the Sumerian warriors trailing behind. She mounted the princess’s horse and headed to their small camp outside the city walls. She didn’t like how the Akkadians treated her lion, but now she was glad he was unlike those pests; she eyed him riding beside her and chuckled silently; he looked nervous and uncertain. Her Urmah was restless, afraid of the unbeknown.