Ghost Lion Crag wilting lotus

She glances behind her at the sound of summons; he is a brazen beast to approach her so, and his eyes glitter like gems from his dark mask as he draws near. Hatshepsut does not bristle, nor does she warn him aside from her. What has she come for, if not to indulge herself with others? A smile plays along her lips as she pauses in her steps to fully appraise this man.

He has not spoken, not yet, and so she cannot examine the cadence of his speech to glean from where he hails. But she is a patient sort -- the courts of Karnak called for no less -- and so the woman waits, gazing directly into the man's eyes as she waits for him to speak.