Lion Head Mesa Lachtára

The maid’s arms were upon his shoulders, holding him. Arsenio smiled warmly at her, nuzzling his nose against anything he could touch, any piece of her that he could reach. He listened as she spoke of the queen and of her own duties. When she had mentioned that the Pharaoh was occupied with two new additions to his Fellahin, the redstone wolf drew his gaze to her face, interested.

Tamar wished to know what he had been doing. Arsenio did not believe it was valuable to lie to her, or to create small talk.

I am bored with the queen and the Pharaoh’s games, he grunted, glancing down at her. I would like to show you the ocean, away from here. His ice gaze was soft upon her. He could not help but to feel like puddy beneath her touch, held that close to her fragrance.

The hunter we ran with, Shoko, I brought him to see the Pharaoh. I do not know how much longer he will allow me in Akashingo.