Lion Head Mesa opening of the mouth

Sihaya arrived at the funeral and found a seat next to no one in particular – to be a fly on the wall was his most favorite thing. He had begun to unpack Akashingo and its cast as he gained greater understanding of his new community and where their loyalties laid. Already, fresh opportunities had begun to take shape.

The Fellahin flanked the golden Pharaoh, the frigid Shabti seated nearby. Others continued to trickle in.

Jawahir was the primary arbiter of this procession. The warbling, drawling tones of their song were beautiful and mesmerizing, as was the pale shrouded figure who laid stiffly at the centerpiece.

Sihaya would say nothing, but only observe the odd ceremony with the curiosity of a surgeon.