Lion Head Mesa gold snowflakes

tavina shook her head. "pharaoh is dedicated. one of our own died not so long ago. he had her properly wrapped and performed a ritual of opening. she lies atop the mesa where the sun mummifies her slowly."

or so she had been told.

"there is an altar there as well. shall i show you, holy one?" the physician asked, inclining her dark head. he certainly intrigued her though she remained professional.