Ocean's Breath Plateau scarabs

likewise! <3

machiavelli did not press; he offered an anecdote which brought senmut's mind to thinking. by design, he saw, which amused and somehow touched him in a vague way that he did not want to explore at this time.

half noble; ignoble; senmut saw only a beginning in the fellahin that had been greater than his own backwater start. it was a contrast that appealed to the priest, and despite the demurring of machiavelli, he found he might often think of the elegant man as a royal on leave from a distant throne.

extended, indefinite leave.

"the pleasure was mine, machiavelli."

he allowed himself the added delight of watching the fellahin go, reddening once more as eyes slid to the poignant hips and then sharply away, to the sea, to the duties of trading which awaited him.