Meadowlark Prairie Skugge

there was immense privilege to live in splendor each day. tavina recognized this and still her internal biased hummed a little laugh. they're always so hungry, aren't they? the saving grace, one could suppose, was that this prejudice was general and extended not in terms of appearance but origination.

pharaoh thought of everyone below as peasants. tavina knew she must fight the easy whim to follow suit. "yes. food, water. a place to be bathed by our servants," she said. it was a tempting offer for most ears, though she hovered carefully in place, halting her steps.

"akashingo is that place over there," tavina gestured toward the unnecessarily gigantic stonework at her back, that which proclaimed ramesses' narcissism the moment one was within eyeshot.

"our pharaoh would extend a warm welcome to a guest."