Lion Head Mesa fatat khadra'

ramesses had watched his jewel approach with the ribbon of redstone that seemed to blend against the sands of the mesa.
in time he stood. pharaoh's muzzle dipped to jawahir; he went to kiss her cheek with a honeyed purl, and then set his cunning lazuli eyes upon the unpolished gem she had brought into their midst.
"who is this?" he asked pleasantly of jawahir, letting his gaze linger brazenly upon the too-hollowed flanks and shrinking, darting thinness of the girl, all angles beneath fur unkempt by his standards.
yet he too saw the jeweling of her eyes, and saw what she could be.