Lion Head Mesa ma' muhalaa

the handsome fine-pointed thing was dusted with crimson that bled upward into grey. truly striking. pharaoh pulled away from jawahir to circle sayf with a slow gait, reaching here and there to touch the coyote with a brush that held steady longer than necessary.
when he had at last returned to his place alongside jawahir, he turned his lapis eyes aside. "jewel of akashingo. you have brought me so many beautiful gifts."
"i am ramesses," he repeated again for sayf. "i would know you in every way."
a grin, and he gestured to the path that wended down beneath the mesa, meaning that sayf should walk before him.