Lion Head Mesa [m] Sidewinder

“Thutmose is strong,  Rashepses brings gifts,” the musing lulls. It is the third she feels shame to turn into iconography. “Senmut is Akashingo.”

A weightless glide arose from her pawsteps. She sinks down into velour beside him.

“Is that what you want to ask? I’m not sure it is a fellahin’s place to entertain a question like that. I would not wish to be accused of favoritism, my Prince,” she replies errantly in a voice gone sweeter; pleasing.

“Ask instead why I am here,” her lips part for a giggle at the crest of his chin, and remain so for a kiss, “ask instead how I can please.”