Lion Head Mesa Orion aims and shoots his arrows oh so far (wp)

I... she sighed the sound, looking now at the coverlet of white, but her mind was elsewhere. Her voice was dreamy for how tired she was. I do, but rarely. So often I am working and my whole heart is there in my tasks.

A moment now to really think. She lingers by a tablestone with incense which rouses her a little.

When I'm tasked to hunt, and I am free beneath the sun, it makes me believe in Ra. The implication that the deity ceased within the crevices of the palace didn't quite meet her mind.