Lion Head Mesa cartouche

he watched with amusement as she rose, then stepped back along the plinth. "you first," the airy voice.
ramesses would follow. he glanced down at the darkened sinkpath from which they had come, then turned his lapis gaze to the sunbelt shimmer flowing downward from the mesa's spire.
"do you suppose anyone has lived here before?" the royal inquired after a moment, matching his steps with that of satsu.