Lion Head Mesa lacrimosus

how the pharaoh worked upon the heart as well as the mind! 

satsu was not a fighter. ramesses himself would not lift a languid paw to protect his betrothed.

crowfeather cared for the young woman who was to be queen of this brothel, whatever royalty that might afford her.

the man drew his breath noiselessly. 

no side would be chosen, but had he not done that before nyra? 

"the leaders of brecheliant and the caldera know that i will seek to keep war from touching them."

maggie again filled his eyes. how pitiful she seemed now, without the flaring and wintry vibrance that had at last been his undoing.

he must speak to crowfeather, and yet he knew he must.

"i will give you my answer in the days to come." 

with that germanicus turned, legs churning in a march that carried him away from the sickbed and the animosity of pharaoh.