Lion Head Mesa Aten

Kasmut listened closely, surprised at the girl’s lofty ambitions. The pale Fellahin thought that it was perfectly reasonable for Belen to want the things she did. 

That was until she stepped closer and dared to brush against Kasmut’s lips with a featherlight kiss. The coral color of the woman’s eyes lingered on the girl. How special, she thought. 

Kasmut reached with her snout to toy with the hairs along Belen’s throat. 

You must be careful. But I do not see why you cannot have all that you want.