Lion Head Mesa netjer

it was endearing to hear satsu speak the words of his homeland aloud.
he felt her eyes upon him and turned to look into them, feeling himself drift in the nile-blue of her somber expression.
"what is worship if not a more gilded respect?" ramesses spoke with the authority of a Horus godhead; he was hawk-in-the-nest, and he himself would not take only mere respect.