Lion Head Mesa makes me see what i want to see

the woman that pharaoh had allowed into their palace was very ill. tavina did not know what to make of this hospitality in the ruler. surely it could not be desire. ramesses preferred aching beauty. the white wolf had been hardbit by her years in this world.

tavina had just rushed to catch the end of the seizing; the stillness; the staring of the eyes. their guest breathed. the sesh moved closer, intending to catch the woman's face with the brisk side of her tongue. "steady yourself," she said with the firm no-nonsense tone of a physician.