Lion Head Mesa i made wine from the lilac tree

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ramesses was pleased that the snow did not stray so far into his realm. he was intrigued to know if it was the same within mereo. but the desire to depart akashingo was not in him. satsu had not yet confirmed that she would make herself mother dowager within the next months.
he was restless.
he went alone out of the mesa, against the suggestion of those around him. he was a brilliant figure of light against the cold red dirt.
but he was not alone.
and she was not a stranger.
ramesses was resplendent as he answered her call. "maegi. the poisoner." was that how she wished to be remembered? pharaoh watched her with hard lapis gaze. she had been winnowed since the last time he saw her. the ruined mouth was more stark against the shadow-smudges of her eyes. 
but ramesses knew her.