Lion Head Mesa epithet

a simple girl from a simple village. sokha's upbringing was far less than noble. and it was for this reason he enjoyed her presence. ramesses could see she was fine-made beneath the dust of a far-flung village. it was the proper role of akashingo to mold and to shape her into something usable.
he leveled his lapis stare at her. "where i am from, the most lovely dancers and devoted priestesses come from regions far beyond the nile." ramesses glanced with appreciation at her forelegs.
"who taught you to move so? have you danced before?" he asked, shifting toward her almost imperceptibly.