It was the cold expressionlessness of Sekhmet's words that shook Cierra. She had no doubt that Baaqir, if he ever re-surfaced, would die a horrible death.
"Why," Cierra hesitated, unsure she wanted to ask Sekhmet anything else, "Why would Baaqir lie about West Mountain?"
Sekhmet thought for a moment before answering.
'The West Mountain is a place of legends. In all my years I have never seen it or heard of another finding it.'
"Do you think," Cierra pondered out loud, "Baaqir told others about the West Mountain being here?"
"Ah!" Cierra clutched her head in her hands as a wordless wave of anger filled Cierra's mind.
'If they have come seeking the West Mountain, they are not as smart as I thought.' Sekhmet said, her voice low.
'Girl,' Cierra bit her tongue, not wanting to correct the goddess, 'You said the nightmares took Freya?'
