Lion Head Mesa aguila

The pink of Kasmut’s tongue swiped across her lips. The pale woman laughed gently at the girl’s statement. She had seen the splaying of Belen’s ears, but she did not wish to argue with the newcomer. Pharaoh would want Belen to find comfort in the mesa, eventually. It would not do well to begin her stay with fearmongering and frustration.

The feeling you have – that feeling that says you do not see Pharaoh the way that I do – imagine the power of it magnified. Imagine that is all that you felt, so overwhelming, so forceful, that you could not recall feeling anything else.

Kasmut’s smile returned to her slender features, sweet and serene.

That is what Pharaoh’s enemies feel. He is all things. Power, cunning, insatiable.

When the pale figure rounded the corner, it was to a cache of fresh meats and thick haunches. Food that would serve Belen well.

Eat, Belen. And then perhaps share your own vision of Pharaoh with me.