Lion Head Mesa ivory & steel

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at this khusobek wanted to openly scoff. and maybe he would have, had inji not soothed him with her touch, the lilt of her voice. he eyed the lotus-petal hue beneath the thin fur there and pressed a roughened paw against her flesh, not so hard, a hover of a touch.

that was the seat of power, not what was between one's flanks. 

"any man with red blood in his veins will want you to serve him. and any pharaoh who wants more than one heir will make a fellahin a concubine the first moment it occurs to him that he can. do you wish your children to be heirs or servants?"

mazoi rarely married.

rhetorical; khusobek was turning. "stay in bed as long as you like, until you are called. sleep here while i am gone, if you wish." a lingering look; but he did not pause long, and soon was gone from the doorpost.