Lion Head Mesa reeds

jawahir brushed against the man, letting the gold intermingle with the nut-brown of their own coat, thrilled by it. thrilled also by his words, which brought a spiel of laughter out of them.
they kissed, caressed, and danced around pharaoh until his attention shifted; then, knowing where his eyes traveled, jawahir traced a similar look across the pied features of the woman.
among the ridge-lines of the vale, of all places, they said with some incredulity, and then laughed again, winding towards sayyadina - fortunate for this one, those beasts would have had her for dinner, a look to ramesses then, bright, wild; instead, you have her for dessert.