Lion Head Mesa Lachtára

The Pharaoh had requested that he be left alone with Satsu. Arsenio had bobbed his head dumbly and plodded away, far from where he might hear their voices vibrating from the cavern walls. He knew that it would have been more fitting if he had waited outside, tried to listen to their conversations, but he could not. His mind was stolen away.

Arsenio prowled through the caverns until he had stepped out onto the mesa and into faded light. Clouds moved overhead, whispering of a chance for rain. The smell of it was in the air. He drew his head up and breathed in the smell of the weather, breathing until his shoulders had relaxed and his eyes searched the orchards in the distance.

The man wished for @Tamar. He had not stopped thinking of her, could not pull her from his mind. So, he searched.