Lion Head Mesa we don't talk about Cicero, no, no, no

I still feel them, he answered against her fur. Just not as strongly. It was impossible to be within the mesa and not feel the gods. But the pharaoh's presence only intensified the feeling, like he was their conduit. But Sayf knew he was more than that.

The hebsut closed his eyes as the lovely Maegi started to groom his fur. He tried to keep himself clean, but some areas were hard to reach. She told him she believed in too many gods, and he wondered further who they were. But when she continued, he could hear the pain in her whispered words. Her gods haunted her. Maegi could not escape them. Never? he asked, nuzzling into her fur so he could deliver soft kisses to her skin. Do the seeds help? He hoped they allowed her some kind of relief. If not, then he would try to give her that.