Lion Head Mesa lotus

she shivered with a wave of relief, with the kiss of the cold air.

i know, and she spoke it full of warmth. perhaps some hint of praise. her treasured lilac had never disappointed her.

not once had she ever felt truly incapable of calling upon the fellahin.

you being my eyes and ears will be twice as important now. i am there above the ranking that i was last time. they knew this. they both knew this and still she vocalized it, as if every beating moment needed to be solidified.

and there was a moment, where she looked softer in the face. not hardened by Ma'at or the Apis Bull, not the amiirad who had offered the sacrifice.

did you see him before he left?

exiled.

she could not bring herself to speak his name in this way.