Hear the desert sigh Sing the city's lullaby [closed]

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A quick message to the comms had summoned her wayward sister to her. Now Sheeana stood in the statuary, beneath columns both Doric and Ionian columns and a curved roof like that of a cathedral. The floor was marble and inexplicably maintained to a reflective sheen, showing the impromptu aba robe she'd tied together from some dusty old curtains in an alien office building, spare features still with no waterfat but with a quirked up smile and mischevious eyes that made her a valued seductress for the Sisterhood.

Outside, her worm paced in a nearby pen. She'd commanded it to stay there and asked Arha to leave hers with it. This process could agitate both of them.

It was time for them to Share.