Lion Head Mesa cartouche

they traveled a day apart from the saints.
a day, and many miles.
the path unfolded before them as they left the strath and became sprawling, majestic, leaving satsu breathless on many occasions as the pair made their way. when finally they diverged from the path of the saints satsu was glad;
she was also forgetful, lost to the shifting of her whims as she took in the beauty of the valley.
with pharaoh as her companion satsu did not dwell so much upon their navigation.
upon crossing to a region ripe with sand and scrub, flatter than the low valley but also somehow higher, the view again took her breath away. from the way the golden man gasped, it did the same for him.