Lion Head Mesa charcoal

she hummed, soft and warm, lulled by the beverages that had been provided. her duty to keep others...steadfast in their loyalties. she liked it. how delightful it would be to be the hand of the pharaoh.

and she knew nothing of mereo, but she would absorb whatever knowledge she was given.

perhaps...that's what i want. she exhaled. warm. wouldn't it be an honor to spend time in these rooms with you? maybe that's the diversion i seek.