Lion Head Mesa [WP] sage

Akhtar stood near to Pharoah’s family, though, if you looked close upon him, you might see the gentle sway of the inhibited. It wasn’t an odd thing to him, he himself sacrificed every day when the time had called for it.

The red river rushing around Makono’s paws, though, made his already spinning head all the more foggy. He couldn’t stop staring at it, before his eyes, suddenly sharp, as though he had sloughed off the alcohol, found Senmut. He stared at the boy, for a time.

Then, he smiled. A slow, spreading thing, one of his flopped ears curving up as he tipped his head to the side. An acknowledgment, a praise from teacher to student. And when the pavilion broke into song, it was Akhtar’s voice, high and scratchy, that added a note upon it.