Lion Head Mesa atef

Sihaya resigned to become a shadow on the wall in order to drink his fill of knowledge surrounding the intricate relationships in his new family. Though they were at war with a mad queen, there was a insidious hazard woven into the fabric that was Akashingo. Like a drop of water, alone it was benign, but with many drops a vast river could drown a man. Sihaya, in his bones, felt it the Mesa was just as dangerous as their enemy. More wild. It thrilled him to witness.

Crowfeather’s outcome was unknown. Sihaya wandered the red halls until he heard the summons and turned towards the wellspring. There waited the sun king.

Sihaya approached slowly and bowed his head in reverence. “Pharaoh, Subakh ul kuhar?” he asked in his mother tongue. “Are you well?” he translated.