Lion Head Mesa Taken by the sky

his lazuli eyes moved over the gleaming feathers and the flowers, and then back to nazli. she answered with great directness and honesty. ramesses enjoyed that, but moreover he enjoyed the slight tinge of her reverent worry.
he watched her, pupils darkened as if he were a leopard. "you are good to be worshipful." she was as finely trained to her role as any palace servant with which he had grown up; he saw the stamp of akashingo upon her and in her submission. "suppose i told you to take one of these things for yourself? which would you choose?"