Lion Head Mesa Thlípsi

And just like that, the autumn maid seemed to appear before him. Her pelt was covered in an array of twigs, leaves, and flower petals. It looked as though she had been dusted with it. As she approached, her eyes were lit with irritation toward the misthofóros. Arsenio did not falter with the smile that swept across his lips, dancing in the blue of his gaze. He could not help but wonder what she might have been doing, what hurried her steps back to where the bulk of Akashingo was.

You have been prancing through fields of flowers, Tamar.

The smile that had pulled on his lips faded. Arsenio did not wish for the Pharaoh to catch him out there with the servant girl, not so boldly. Nevertheless, he was pleased to have found her there, unharmed, brimming with her customary ferocity.

You would not want the faraó to think you had been up to something… indecent, Arsenio murmured, stepping forward to pluck a crumpled flower from her hair, just behind the downy fur of her ear. The blue of his eyes danced with mischief, but his tone was not mocking of her. The Greek teased, but did not believe she had been up to anything nefarious.