Lion Head Mesa How I’m gettin on

everyone fell admirably into their roles. pharaoh was pleased to take the center of their meeting. "first, we will show you the vision of akashingo."
he led the small group into the adjacent antechamber, a cool wide room of arched red stone. golden-yellow petals, tracked upon paws from the deeper caves, formed the path they would take downward. 
"there are sandfruits and pika to eat. a place of warm water where you might wash the travel from your paws."
his turned to face them at the trail's beginning, that same lustful smile still upon his mouth.
"and then after," and here he leered toward kynareth like he would any other man, "you will confer with our gemstones for whatever else you wish."
no choice to be made by the leader of the saints. ramesses meant to devote the budding sum of akashingo's power to the grandmaster, for only then would both their aims be achieved.
"you and satsu and i, we will speak when you have tasted what your trust has built."
a bow, and pharaoh was turning.
already the heady fragrance of fluting desert flowers surrounded them, beckoning.