Lion Head Mesa i made wine from the lilac tree

she was honest. ramesses found it an appealing characteristic.
as the mesa grew larger before them, he saw the knowing eyes of sihaya watchful upon he and his guest. sayyadina came next, her beauty resplendent as she fell into step along his other side, silent save for the welcome of her eyes.
"akashingo has a guest."
pharaoh smiled. they had come to the wide stone steps leading up to the open-air throne room. he climbed them easily and looked back for the pale wolf.
"i will have the fellahin prepare the wellspring. the water will be cool this time of year but it will not freeze you." he moved downward beneath the mesa, into the familiar redstone hallways and rooms and rounded clearings. "you will join me for a meal. and then you will be sent to sleep. or with whatever company you prefer." pharaoh grinned and did not elaborate.