Lion Head Mesa Thlípsi

The mesa had been nothing but cool red stone and pleasures. The wolves who had pledged themselves to Akashingo did not want for much of anything, at least from what the Greek could tell as he watched them indulge in each other. One thing he could say for the Pharaoh was that the man knew how to have a good time. There always seemed to be berries that were so ripe they could make a man’s head swim for hours, naturally warm waters for bathing, and the company of pretty women.

The lady queen was with her betrothed when Arsenio slipped from the caverns and into the evening air of the mesa. Arsenio thought first of going to find the soldier, offering a small report on the limited information he had gathered. It did not take long for his mind to wander to @Tamar. It had been several hours since he had last seen the autumn maid. He could not help but wonder where she had gone, what she was doing.

The Greek man lifted his head to the cool breeze and knew that there would be rainfall, possibly flurries of snow before the sun rose again. Winter would soon be upon them.