Lion Head Mesa atef

Sihaya could feel the Pharaoh hold his time hostage as they walked together down the halls – just as he had done to Tamar. However, the half-breed did not upset, for he had a patient mind…

…or rather a weird, atypical, and disordered mind.

The Pharoah seated himself under the sun, posed like artwork. Sihaya’s head slung from side to side, smelling the fresh air. Ramesses reminded him that he had a question.

“What is your dream for Akashingo?” he asked. It was a benign question – for a beginning is a very delicate time.