Lion Head Mesa She rings like a bell through the night.

senmut had not missed the morning prayer. 

he stood atop the mesa, waiting for the dawn, waiting for the stars to surely die. only a few hours' of sleep was given him, and so he remained as tired as he had ever been.

if nazli followed his trail, she would find him upon the great rooftop, and he would turn at her tread. "what have you found?" he asked, voice warm.