Lion Head Mesa Good Morning, Khepri

he had indulged far too much in drink and in pleasure. 
his mouth was dry. ramesses almost demanded water but instead he dragged himself from his bedplinth and wandered to the wellspring. the royal face was splashed; he blinked, head splitting beneath a loud groan.
Amun frowned.
Ra has risen before you again.
akashingo had a priest and priestess. pharaoh did not think he needed to be included in all rituals but dutifully he strode up the main path leading up and out of the mesa.
there was a child's voice calling.
Khepri.
the lapis eyes searched for and spotted a child. only the proud look of the eyes and his own bearing told the godhead that this was the seed sprung from his own body.
ramesses settled with his back to the redrock wall. "you are greeting the sun."