Lion Head Mesa charcoal

his teeth glinted in a grin. despite the others he felt alone with treva. "you have not yet seen its true finery. walk with me."
ramesses meant for the two of them to stride back along the red path as the mesa grew larger and larger before them, to climb the great stonehewn steps, to enter the passage downward. he looked toward her as the light changed, searching for the reaction of the one who had allowed him such worship.