Two Eyes Cenote linen

rashepses dared. perhaps he did not feel the true pressure of ramesses' presence as it was not made flesh. the pretty lips curved into a smile inviting, a flash of pristine teeth behind a sleek lip.
"yes, prince. maybe you are the lovely dust through which my purpose will be wrought in akashingo." a desert wind rising, and ramesses became unseen voice once more.
"she will bear a nation imbued with ancient blood. do not forget yourself, Consort."
a sigh, and once more he was visible. "my first queen walks muat-riya also. hers is the first tomb of akashingo. do not expect a warmer welcome from her."
fading, albeit with slow deliberation.