Lion Head Mesa scorpion

crowfeather spoke with such rapturous devotion that an overhearing ear might have thought this roman was a god. 
"i have never seen someone choose to be less. or choose to place someone above them in this way. i serve no one in that manner." pharaoh trudged on, ignoring the crimson grains clinging to his paws.
"my people and his are not fond of one another," ramesses went on in his conversational tone. "he will not choose to stay. he will be yours once more, crowfeather."
a small, silken laugh.