Lion Head Mesa epithet

Leaning down in a gentle, lady-like manner, she feasted on a few of the berries before finding that his gaze was set upon her; his lips bore a query.

My mother had begun to teach me as a girl. Then she passed... A small stare fell upon her feet. It was a tale she told many times, but it never got any easier the more she did.

I was made to be an entertainer; and so another came to teach me. I remember little, but she was very talented. This much was true; however, she began to think that the Pharaoh was offering too much praise towards her own ability. She wasn't really that good... not in her own eyes.